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Love is like the wind,
Can't be seen, only felt,
When he looked at her then grinned,
And her heart started to melt,

If he was in a desert,
She'd be his water,
If he had ink scattered,
She'd get some blotter,

If she felt alone,
He'd live with her everyday,
If she felt weak as a bone,
He'd make himself clay,

She'd be his anchor in his ship,
He'd be her jack so she wouldn't slip,
She'd go miles for them to meet,
He'd be her wheelchair if she broke her feet,

And that, everyone, is love,
From the first glance,
Angels were sent from a above,
And around them, they were to dance.

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