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| The magic of love |
| by michelle |
Love is like magic
And it always will be
For love still remains
One of lifes sweet mysteries.
Love works in ways
That are magical and strange
And there is nothing in life
That love cannot change
Love can transform
The most common of place
Into beauty and splendor
And sweetness and grace
Love is never selfish
Its understanding and kins
Because it sees with its heart
And not with its mind
Love is the answer
That everyone seeks
Love is the language
That every heart speaks
Love cannot be bought
It is priceless and free
Love is pure magic
It is lifes mystery. |
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