Falling in Love
I use to think that falling in love was silly,
until I sat at the pond with a water lily.
A man with crimson hair came up to the pond,
as I stared at him he waited for me to respond.
After awhile I said hello and that's when the water got rigid
and the leaves turned and fell,
to the ground.
That when I knew, and I smiled at him, I was falling in love.

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