Its Love

Wed, 12/11/2013 - 20:59 -- Sammy

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Its the brisk breeze on a summer day 
Its the butterflies that flutter within 
Its the smiles that could brighten the room 
Its the stars that shine at night 
Its the anxiousness built up from waiting 
Its the burst of excitment when it appears. 
It cant be bought. It is felt. 
It is Love. 

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