Oh, how beauteous a thing is love,
For it can turn a bitter chill into a tepid breeze,
That naturally brings forth the coupling of doves,
With such grace, spontaneity, and ease.
To look beyond the mask of face,
And see into one's soul,
Memories prior have been erased,
For love has taken full control.
A flower that grows amidst the sand,
Seems to bloom without a reason,
Yet it flourishes upon the land,
Despite hostility and treason.
A link that binds a pair as one,
Forges a muse within the world,
Yet its origins are known by none,
Though it is sought after like a pearl.
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