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Love can be so many things |
| Falling in love Is like wandering into a deep forest At first, there are a million new things to catch your attention The sun streaming through the trees The birds singing As you wander farther You begin to grow used to the sights around you Slowly growing attached to it’s beauty It surrounds you until all you can see Is the forest of trees But there’s a part In every forest Where the lights don’t shine through the thick blanket of leaves And the air isn’t clear anymore But shrouded by a thick must of disappointment You being to worry that you are lost And begin to fear that very place That was once so beautiful in your eyes You can wander and wander Until you finally lose yourself completely And then at last you find That there is always, always A path out of the forest, and into the sun |