Valentines Part 3

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So soft and sweet like a gentle fire.

There's an air about you that I can't figure out. 

So down-to-earth rooted like an oak tree more like a weeping willow. 

His energy flows like water for only to replenish the ones who need it most.

When I look at him look at me it's something about his eyes that set me free.

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