Love is like a sunset The colors always change It seems like something you'll never get
Love is very strange A cloud is a lot like love It's always changing size It can be white as a dove And every so often it cries
Love is kind of like rain It can be warm or cold To much can cause intensive pain But it never can get old
Love is like the sky It changes with the seasons Your veiw of it can never die We don't need any reasons
My love for you is all these things Why? I'm not quite sure Love is as pretty as when a blue bird sings But no love is completely pure
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