Love is the flower that bloom in the Spring
Then wither away as Autumn draws near
So we never take its sweetness for granted
But, bask in its warmth and savor its beauty
Love is the bird flying high
Free from attachment, enjoying the flight
This is the way to truly love
Be in the moment, and out of sight
Love is the butterfly we admire so dear
We all know its story
And its journey to get here
Something so beautiful wasn’t born this way
Love is many things, but always a beautiful thing
Never to be abused or taken for granted
It comes in seasons, with highs and lows
So treasure these moments on your journey home
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