Like sunshine burning in your eyes,
whilst staring up into the skies,

Like raindrops beating at your skin,
whilst waiting for the band to sing,

Like soil filtered through your hand,
whilst working on a plot of land,

Like autumn wind run through your hair,
whilst walking through the fog with care,

Love is like these little things,
it takes your breath when it begins,

You never know when it will come,
so often missed and seldom won.

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