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Its the middle of winter
Its supposed to be cold
Yet for some reason
Im sweating like a sprinter

Temperature is freezing
With plenty of snow
Yet for some reason
I feel warmth that is pleasing

And all she did was smile at me
And winter suddenly ended
And spring hurriedly arrived
She has warmed me, I am filled with glee
I am not easy to light
And yet when I first saw her
I began to warm
Slowly,  as our love took flight

The touch of her hand
The sound of her voice
The wind in her hair
And her personality grand

It is not my fault
I burst into flames
Because of someone like her,
Who lights up my heart's cold vault
Love is a blessing
Two people made one
Happy ever after it seems
All in all quite impressing

Love is a curse
You cant stop thinking of them
You long to be near them
Your heart is broken, there is nothing worse

Love is simple
Like black and white
Or blue and gold
Your love glitters like a crystal

Love is a mystery
No one can understand
It hangs over us
Since the beginning of history
Atop my horse
I look around
Looking for the source
Of that melodious sound

I walk into a clearing
And see a sight
Of animals cheering
As the birds rise in flight

I call them back to sing
And motion to resume
The birds come and bring
Music that makes me bloom
I love how the nightingale sings decided to make a poem of it.
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