LOVE

Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm. It exists to give you comfort; it is there to keep you warm.
And in those times of trouble, when you are most alone, the
memory of love will see you home.
Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door. It invites you to come closer; it wants to show you more. And even if you lose yourself and don't know what to do, the memory of love will see you through.
Love to some is like a cloud, to some as strong as steel, for some a way of living, for some a way to feel. And some say love is holding on, some say letting go. Some say love is everything; others say they don't know.
Perhaps love is like an ocean: full of conflict, full of pain; like a fire when it's cold outside, thunder when it rains. If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true, the memory of love will always be of you!!!
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