gentle soul
Thinking of true love
when I think about true love,
I think about the soft rain.
falling gently down upon me,
for the moment easing all my pain.
when I think of true love,
I know it feels like the sun.
so warm and so comforting
that can be like a gentle hug.
when I think of true love,
I think about the white snow.
so pure and just so flawless
that just touches the gentle soul.
when I think of true love,
I look up above at the stars
so perfectly shaped and shinny
no matter where ever they are.
When I think about true love,
I promise to never let it go.
for true love is one of a kind,
and never will grow old.
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