Love is like a gentle breeze
blowing through the summer trees.
Love is like fresh, sweet, apples
picked among the falling leaves.
Love is like figure skating
with the person you love in the snow.
Love is like a gentle rain
falling on the spring flowers.
My love for you shall never
fail. And though all you do
should go wrong, or all your
friends desert you, I will
remain forever yours. I love
you.
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