She gets home tired. It wags it's tail with affection. It's love.
She's weak. She's there. Telling you you're made for bigger things. It's love.
Life confuses her. Knocks her down.
He's there, by her side. It's love.
She loves them. They hate her. She hates them. They love her. It's love.
'You hurt her, I'll hurt you' says her best friend. It's love.
He puts her before him. Loves her. Keeps her safe, right there where she belongs. It's love.
She loves him much more. He, is all that matters. It's love.
They fill her little canvas with colors. Bright vibrant colors. It's love.
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