How beautiful

What a beautiful thing it is to have been loved...
where you're flying, and each day is filled with richer colors.
A moon to call your own, a heart sold to you.
Nothing matters when you've fallen and been caught.
Nowhere to go; you're held in clouds.
So delicate..pure..safe...
you've found heaven and earth.
The world becomes ten shades brighter when you're loved.
When you and another can become vunerable and shatter walls;
when there is nothing holding you back,
life is bliss.
Oh nothing compares to endless joy.
The best of me and the best of you.
What a beautiful thing is is to have been loved...
But how tragic it is to have been lost.

 

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