If I were to describe my love
It would be a raindrop
Clear and new
Beautiful if remained untouched

If it is disturbed
It will wash away

Until another comes to replace it

Over and over
Over and over
over and over
o v e r   a n d   o v e r

o
v
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r

a
n
d

o
v
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r

until a million raindrops appear and disappear
each trying to convince that
to be abused
to be worthless
to be nothing

is love

and for every raindrop

a river of tears carry it away