Like the flutter of birds
White as new fallen snow
praying not to be trod on
by the passing of feet
Like a heart,carved into the sand
Hoping not to be washed over by the cruel,heartless waves
Church bells,the laughted of children playing,the hot sun beating down on your face on a winters day.
That,is the feeling on love.
Soft as a feather,beating like the sea,darkness will never fall when love is cluching tight ti your heart
Love is never being alone.
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