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I Sometimes Wonder

I sometimes wonder, just what this thing is, that we call love?

Something so beautiful that it must comes from far above,

So joyful that it controls our hearts our minds, we float on air,

With paintings, sculptures and great music it does compare.

And with the joy, excitement, and thrills we know will last for ever,

Could we one day lose that passionate love and part? No Never.

Passion, overtaken by a caring gentle love, will never die,

But in our hearts only dormant it will always lie.

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