Love is,
sometimes me thinks
like a cooled Sun
As if there is no unrest
As if there is only dance and music within,
Like that award winning
Picture of several megapixel
Never wasted in vain-
The dancing Lamas
Dancing under the Sun and the Rain,
Yet not tiring,
Or
It is,
me thinks
Like the birth of a lotus
Within
Or...
It is like You...
Simple!
Nah?
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