Love can be seen,
Simply,
In a Look,
So telling, so deep,
That it resists and defies,
All of Love's secrets,
And about feelings,
Talks miles.
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I would suggest you ponder replacing the last line with: then dies that thing called love... it's like Russian roulet that is what makes it so fun