Love is like a candlelight,
Glowing in the dark
The warmness kindles From a tiny spark.
The light is soft at first,
Then, it grows bright,
For some, it grows over time,
For some, it's love at first sight.
If not taken care of,The flame will slowly die
And when it's gone, it leaves you
Sitting there, wondering, why?
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