Warmth of Love

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warmth spreads throughout my body like an infectious disease

it dulls my senses and makes me happy
A high one does not forget

If I held your hand
Do you think we could float away?

Up high past the clouds and atmosphere and into the sun

Where love would make us warmest
And we would be one

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