love, is a beautiful thing. love,it sometimes makes your heart sting. it makes us laugh, it makes us cry,for sme of us, it even makes us want to die. i need love,you need love,we all need love. it is as beautiful as a flying dove. without love,we have nothing at all. and that makes us feel very small. love is our life, love gives a husband, or wife. love is like a weeping willow, that make cry sometimes over our pillow.
Reason for writing:
my ex-girlfriend. I wrote this because of her. It was written in January of 1998.
Birth sign: Taurus
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