Love was meant to be the purest
For it was considered flawless
It was an isle in the middle of a gold mine
It was never a crime

Our hearts leaps when we behold
The butterflies we harbour
We can’t help but hold,
a little love to savoir

Like a lion blessed with cubs
The love in our hearts rises for joy
We have little memories, not lost in the fogs
But deep down in the root of our soul

Love is not one, not two but many
It feeds on our heart even when there isn’t any

©Lynda

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