Love is like a morning glory in the early morning dew.

Love is like the sweet smell of the apple blossom in

Love is like bud that turns in to a rose.

Love is like a ivy that grows and grows.

Love is like the fur of the pussy willow soft, warm
and true.

Love is what i feel for you.

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