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-love-
Love is presious and rare,
his brown eyes and hair are a pair.
The love he gives is from his heart.
With a golden lock and key,
i could not depart.
Look into his sparkling eyes,
and see all your fears float away.
Counting all the days for him to come back to thee,
in his heart you'll always be you just wait and see.
With all the flowers, he'll have shown me,
he truelly does love me.

By Susan Haase