This love is like a fountain, undaunted and unfeigned.
It wafts through closed door awnings and shouts in purple paint.
It’s flighty as a butterfly, but only when in the doldrums.
It soars up in the sky amidst the rainbow’s vibrant columns.
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This love is like a turtle, so slow but oh so sure.
It creeps in virgin forests and washes away the burr.
It shines like brilliant light rays, amidst the sparkling rains.
It warms like ginger-clover to compliment sand’s grains.
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