Love climbs up,
A heart that's still,
And invades us with its skill,
It perfumes the lovely rose,
That suddenly in us grows,
Love sings everywhere it goes.
Love is like a sudden chill,
That remains and works its will,
Can't forget its ever thrill,
Love that's lost, remains Love still,
Love is love and constantly,
It's the All that makes us Be.
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