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What's love......
A subtle thing one can't explain The meaning's deep and not that plain, as one can think, but many dare to... and there're no exact words In which it can be wrapped When we attempt to... it'll swiftly disappears.... As if it wants to stay like this, invisible, unclear.. A mystery in mist for a banal human mind, But it's always behind The voice of common sense, it lives on a sunny field of our emotions surrounded by a fragrant flowers' fence, when one in love, that means it's been awaken from a sound and secure sleep, By a fresh sea breeze waving from an opened window, covering all skin with pleasant creep, bringing the joy and brightness with sunny rays shimmering on your face and filling all your soul and body with rising pace of overwhelming kindness and care, sweetness and tenderness and dare....
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