love is

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for some love is fast, 
slipping through their fingers 
unstoppable but eternal 
like sands of an hourglass 

for some love is slow,
it wraps around their heart
washes their insides in a golden glow
till they can never be apart

for all love is precious
something beautiful and rare
when happiness is infectious 
you can be you without a care 

4th March 22

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