Love is a moment
before it's gone,
like a shining comet
that goes on and on...
In the dark of the deep
its uncertain ways,
only love's to keep
as it goes on and plays.
Love is like a light
bright while it goes,
in its uncertain flight
that one moment knows.
But you can find out
if it's goes your way,
even be in your doubt
as its moments play...
Love is like a flower
tender and fragile,
giving hearts endower
and all its beguile.
Love is what life needs
as it grows to mature,
and every love it reads
human kind of nature.
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