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sa2plus2equals22

Published: Mar 8, 2006

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love is composed of....
the meeting of two eyes,
the trusting of two words,
the joining to two paths,
the holding of two hands,
the locking of two lips,
the meshing of two hearts,
the sharing of two dreams,
the union of two bonds,
the combining of two lives,
the bonding of two souls.
love is more than a simple word

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i was sitting and thinking about how when you say i love you it means more than just hey how are you doing do you want to hang out tongiht..and how when you say that you love someone you promise more than just a afternoon of tea.. and this came to me.. and i just wrote it down.. my view on love