The reason for living with love is fine,
The goals of love remain, they are fine.
Watch the lovers in the streets forever,
Embracing and caressing again, they are fine.
The beautiful men are like beauty itself,
The women adore their space, so they abstain for they are fine.
Love is fortunate, so well made by the Lord,
It served humans and animals to entertain, all fine.
May the season sell love to the natural beings,
Their stages of development must explain why they are fine.
Love is like the flowering plants, the trees may be adorations,
The love within my soul is a greater love to ingrain, for I am fine.
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