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Corey Kuropas Oct 2014
I used to believe that love was an illusion
Something dead and cold
You shattered those trick mirrors
Reanimated it once more
A storm raged within for so long
You became the calm, the break in the clouds
At first, I refused to fall
Pain and insecurity were too familiar
That was until the negative was washed away
You brought so much color to a grey view

When it comes to you
There is no such word as mundane
Beautiful, inside and out
The world feeds off of your smile, as do I
When it comes to special
You are the warm star that guides me home
I lay around and think about how you are mine
Lucky is too tame to even describe
I never want this to end
I never want to be without you
Because you are love
You are my love

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