love is like
a mailbox
it's pointless
and void
if no mail enters
Love is not
permanent
it appears
and disappears
But true love
endures
like the air we
breathe
it constantly
keeps us alive
A perfect body
will not function
without air and water
Love is like these gems
always precious
often polluted
True love is distilled water
it's simple and pure
but sublimer and greater
than worldly lures.
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