You see pictures of lovers running though fields of flowers
In joy and in ecstasy- This is love.
But that is not all that is this thing we call love.
Oh no, love has much more depth than this, more power.
You hear ballads of knights and their impossible deeds
Done in the name of his one true love...
But that is not all that is this thing we call love.
Oh no, love is like a tree, and heroism is but the seed.
You watch those elder couples, at peace as they grow old.
Surely, this tranquility is what we know to be love?
Oh no, this is but the final chapter in a tale called Love.
Love, my dear one, is all of the above, all you've been told,
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