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Love is when you can’t sleep,
‘Cos she’s still counting sheep
Love is when all the words in your head
Are whispered by the bed

Love is when you smile,
At her ever-widening grin
Love is when you find
A reason, to touch her chin

Love, is when summers, and winters and rain
Are spent in embraces, in soothing her pain
Love, is a medicine, in slow gulps you endure
But it makes you better, that is for sure

Love, is that brilliant, brilliant thing you wanted
And yet you never knew that you ever did
Love, is that drug, so lovely, so enchanted
Love permeates, and drenches, in this desert so arid..

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