Love is many many things
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Love is like a flower
Starting with a simple seed, growing day by day, every minute of every hour
Enhanced with the power to heal stinging wounds
Embraced with the beauty that it holds
Yeah, love is like a flower we pluck and share with each other
Love is like a mirror
Staring at it each day at least once, thinking of all what we would like to change
Reflecting not only our doubts, the troubles that are lingering within our mind
Showing the truth that's hidden within our lies, when our self-esteem is low or when we've build an ego.
Yeah, love is like a mirror that teaches us to love yourself... because perfection doesn't exist
Love is like mother's nature
Feeling happy when it's warm, sad when it rains, always hoping for the rainbow to come
Colorful and brightening our view on life, filling up the gaps with certain goals to achieve
Dark and balancing, learning us to cope with a loss, with grief
Yeah, love is like mother's nature constantly moving, but most of all never knowing
Love is like a candle
Guiding you when there's no light at the end of the tunnel, keeping you motivated.. to put up a fair fight
Fighting for your beliefs, creating memories in the meantime
As each step forward turns into the past, some moments you wish would last... longer
Yeah, love is like a candle burning bright
But what if...
The flower died
The mirror is broken
The weather doesn't have any effect anymore
and the candle is out
Does that mean love isn't a part of me anymore?
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Absolutely stunning!
“Does that mean love isn't a part of me anymore?”
If love is not part of you, how can you write about love with such beauty
and eloquence and truth? How can you?
The flower died, but your heart opens like petals,
The mirror is broken, but you picked up a little piece (I know)
because you still can see the reflection of love in it,
The storm rages, but when the sunshine does come, it most certainly warms your heart
The candle is out, but the light still lingers because the light dwells in you
I don’t know much, Roy, but I can feel that the love you seek, is seeking you.Â
Bernadete
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