Love is something special,
Never a disease,
Something I treasure,
With my heart at ease.
When I feel my heart dying,
I take rest where love blooms,
Seeing all the love there,
All the hate is groomed.
Someday I'll find,
That one looking in the mirror,
Hold them close,
Whisper words they were meant to hear.
And though I may be deserted,
Although I may be alone,
Someone will find me,
And make me into solid bone,
My heart will never break,
I'll always be one my feet,
May you find your person,
Never let love be beat.
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