Why is love, a love?
because it's the inside of the heart,
like the dreams in wind above
when it's here to come and start.
Do you know love oh love
when it comes to you,
something so fluffy in feelings of
everything you thought you knew.
Each every step of your way
when memories of life go through,
giving perspectives and play
the heart you knew that's true.
Nothing compares to this
it is the truth of every truth,
some feel its way and bliss
and some have their inside youth.
The sunrise is not the same
when you know love in the heart,
its magical fiery flame
is everything that makes you start.
why is love a love?
because it's the inside of you,
magical moments so full of
always each day so new.
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