By tyty

It is such a little thing to love, and to be loved is better yet. That love rains like tears from above, cleansing thee till hate doth forget. The memories of such a little thing, are greater than one should bear; that one's own well being doth hang, in the feelings of a loving affair. It is such a silly little thing, really, that happiness is judged by it, and, yet, so few ever get to know it truly, as lovers too often fail to commit. For such a little thing as love, lives are often overwhelmed by it; so please, Heart, for love be reminiscent of, and please remember to never forget!

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