No matter I was in my teen or I was of four,
I have felt this feeling many times before,
It was the time I could barely stand on my feet,
But you always there to say that I’m still sweet,
I ran through the world, in pursuit of happiness,
The best I could find was merely loneliness.
Love has its umpteen colors, dispersed in our lifetime,
But Chroma of this color, gives our life its actual chime,
We’re birds of a feather, often flock together,
Alone we may be good, but together we’re better.
It often finds its way; love is almost like a river,
It will be perennial, if you’re always a giver,
Let’s dive in this ocean, let’s fly in this air,
Can you lose yourself? Do you have enough dare?
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