Love is like a river during a drout,
It come and goes,
love is like children,
It grows on you then lets go,
Love is like reading a book,
Right when you get to the best part,
It ends,
Love is like a first kiss,
You can't wait for it to happen,
And when it does,
It ends as quick as it started,
love is as quick as a summer breeze,
Love is... Love,
So...Whats the point?
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