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It is

Love is not a kiss that's shared with the lights off
But a spark that's ignighted by morning breath greetings
It's not a wine and dine experience
But rather poorly made pancakes on Sunday mornings

Love is not the victim card or a boasting victor
But the person you choose to risk loosing it all for
It's not a wimper or a whisper
But shouts and screams from rooftops sayng that IT EXISTS
Written by prestonGibson (NomadsPath)
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