THERE COULD BE...
LOVE IS IN THE BREATH OF A CHILD,
OR PERHAPS IN A DYING MAN'S VERY LAST SMILE.
THERE COULD BE...
LOVE CRIES THROUGH THE SOUL OF THE BIRDS,
OR PERHAPS IN THE VOID OF MEANINGLESS WORDS.
THERE COULD BE...
LOVE IN THE MENACE OF FLAMES,
OR PERHAPS HIDDEN DEEP IN THE COLDEST OF GAMES.
THERE COULD BE...
LOVE SURGING THROUGH EVERY VEIN,
OR PERHAPS IN A CRAZY MAN'S PLEAS TO BE SANE.
THERE COULD LOVE...
ANYTIME, ANY WHERE,
BUT PERHAPS,
ONLY SEEN BY THE ONE WHO IS THERE.
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