Love is beautiful and love is truthful.
It is unbelievable and never beneath us.
Love is spontaneous and mostly outrageous.
It is like honey and very tasteful.
Love is like a fruit grown on a tree.
It's like a beautiful piece of poetry that I'm loving to read.
It's like a newborn baby taking his or her first breather.

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