We will carve a path, surely, we will find,
No other labor needed, leave that behind.
And should a shortfall linger, a space remain,
Love will gather the fragments, ease the pain.
Love, love, love, love, love,
Love, love, love, love, love.
Love, a single season, a timeless sway,
Love, a friend, a confidant along the way.
Love, a guest who graces the hearth's domain,
A shared sky, seen through a single pane.
Love, love, love, love, love,
Love, love, love, love, love.
Oh, love, love, love, love, love,
Love, love, love, love, love.
Love, the adornment of the flesh, so bright,
Love, the Sunday of the soul's pure light.
Love, love, love, love, love,
Love, love, love, love, love.
Love, a jewel on the mirror's face so fair,
Love, a midday slumber, beyond compare.
Love, the coffee of midnight, dark and deep,
Love, a shared cup of tea, secrets to keep.
Love, love, love, love, love,
Love, love, love, love, love.
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