Love is a dove
graceful and free
like the sound of the wind
blowing through the trees

love is a beat
the rythum of your heart
not giving it away to easily
would be smart

love is a rose
it pricks your finger
your heart is broken
you can not linger

love is a song
it sings through your heart
but it does not last
happiness is gone fast

by Summer Song

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