If love were what the rose is,
and I were like the leaf,
our sad or singging weather.
Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute
and it seems like an hour
sit next a pretty woman for an hour
and it seems like a minute
That's realitivity.
No cord or cable can draw so forcibly,
or bind so fast as love can do
with a single thread.
just because I loves you....
that's the reason why
my soul is full of color
like the wings of a butterfly.
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