love is not a sculpted thing

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i once dreamed of a fairytale
one purely out of joy, hope and love
a soulmate dancing from the clouds
gentle and tender till no end

we would both fall deep
two hearts blessing each other
the way our fates have aligned 
was as easy as the rise of the moon

but once upon a time i learned
that love is differently defined
that love is not a sculpted thing
that love is as reckless as it is pretty

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