The Many Forms of Love.

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Take me to the peak of the mountain.

Once there, I can see your perfect face.

There is no such thing as where and when.

Here I kiss the stars and caress space.


I get drunk dancing in time with you.

I am immersed in a lake of love.

I swim deep into the heart, it's true.

Sitting down, I will not rise above.


There is a wind that carries the bird.

It cannot fly any other way.

Winds whisper, and I do what I heard.

The sword cannot threaten dawn or day.


For you, I will always try to seek.

Love beckons me to find you in all.

For if I allow my eyes to peek.

In everyone, I see you stand tall.


Love, like water, takes on many forms.

If you renounce it, you can't see it.

Thus, you are blind and lost in storms.

Until a lightning bolt lands a hit.

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