Hundreds of languages, Millions of words

Split into averages, broken into thirds

And yet not one, or even all

Can describe the meaning, the feeling of love

Love hits without warning, sinking so deep

Adorning with beauty, need not say a peep

Love is knowing those, who without would be nothing

Beauty of a rose, blood forever rushing

Blushing at first sight, feeling safe and sound

Which is why these words I recite, forever to resound


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