Some say, if love is an ocean, it won't crash it's waves on them. Some say, if love is a lake, then theirs has dried up long ago. Some say, if love is blue skies and sunshine, they only get rain. Some say, if love is a light breeze, They get hurling wind. Their hurling wind won't create a tital wave. Their rain won't fill their drying lake. Maybe it is they, in this bitter-sweet reality, who has made the mistake. There could be love down inside it. deep inside their dried up lake. With love, they will fill it. fill it to the very top. Then you've created love, and the hurling wind and rain will subside.Birth sign: Taurus
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