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Nov 2014
I thought love was just a mirage of the mind,
It's an illusion,
It's fake,
It's impossible to find.

Yet the day I met you,
I began to see
Love does exist, and
It exists in me.

We come to love,
Not by finding a perfect person, but
By learning to see
A imperfect person perfectly.
Crístál Válęntíná
Written by
Crístál Válęntíná  New York
(New York)   
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