For Love you live and sometimes die,
And Love so often makes you cry,
Sometimes your hands grow very cold,
And shrinking feelings make you old,
And yet Emotions new and bold,
They keep on popping, never fold,
Emotions, small or big or tall
Like lightning that you can’t control,
And still, we think we Know It All!

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