Love is a rush,
You can't get enough,
Love doesn't make you tough,
It makes you weak
When they're near,
You can't fear,
Besides them not feeling the same,
And you want to cry in the rain
Love is never lost,
Sometimes not even found,
It comes from you heart,
And it'll soon come around
Beauty is how you see it,
No matter how much they don't think so,
Or anyone else,
You just want to go,
And stay with them
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