Love is showing someone your soul. Love is the death of your heart. Love is in your grandfather’s eyes. Love is in the kiss of rain. Love is in your mother’s bosom as she holds you. Love is the killing blow. Love is the first fallen leaf of autumn. Love is the first flower pushing away the dirt and snow. Love is a constant that is invisible to most. Love is what our universe is made of.
Love
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