

When you find that love
That one true love
You see that it's delicate
Like a frail, white dove
You'll look to the moon
Each and every night
Thinking and thinking
Only one in your sight
Your love will grow
Like a blooming flower
It will have rough times
Like a rare rain shower
You'll want it final
Official, you will
Never-ending, declared with a ring
To admire by the window sill
It will hit you with passion
Burn to your soul
Together forever
Will be your eternal goal
It may seem petty
Useless, unnecessary
But then you'll turn around
And it's you it'll bury
Watch out, I say
Don't rush things through
Because you won't find it
It will find you
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