"Love"

Love is so far away, Love is missing him everyday, Love is wishing to see him
when you come home from school or work, Love is beyond worth every moment you want to spend with him, Love is waking up the next morning wondering if he is there when you open up the door to see his face, Love is like billions of wild roses blooming in the middle of spring, Love is spending as much time with him as you can and never regretting it.

Author: Stephannie1995
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