Love is in the air
Sometimes it might not be fair
But, we all will bear
In the beginning was how we became,
We were all created, but just the same.
Beauty created for our own pleasure,
Love so deep, there is no way to measure,
Such a thing we all enjoy,
As a child with its toy.
For such things aren't imaginary,
So fragile almost like a fairy.
Make sure to keep it fresh an new,
Just make sure to stay on que.
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