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I've never tasted of what they say, 'Love'
I've loved but not the love of a man and woman
Never that passionate ardor
But I dream of feeling that sensation.
I do not rush it
For it will come eventually
My hope is unreachable
My faith is impregnable.
O Love, sweet and compelling Love
One day, shall come before me
Sweet, compelling, irresistible Love
One day, I shall see.
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