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    The heart yearns for it, The soul waits for it patiently.
    The body burns for it, the mind thinks of logic only.
    The eyes are useless for it is blind, it has no definite sent.
    The feeling of it is often warm and safe.
    It often hears only what it wants to hear, it could also taste sweet.

    Once it is found life it self no longer matters.
    The heart is on cloud nine, the soul is content.
    The body is infused; the mind throws logic out the window.
    And a piece of Heaven is brought to Earth.

    But when it is lost,
    The heart is broken, the soul is crushed.
    The body is frozen, the mind searches desperately for logic.
    Heaven is ripped away.
    All that is left is emptiness.

    And yet from this endeavor.
    The heart stronger yearns for it still.
    The soul meekly waits, the body rekindles.
    The mind finding logic once more.
    So begins the search for it that small piece of heaven.
    No matter what we will always search for it.
    Our one true Love.




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