Love is like a fresh rose, kissed by the morning dew, or a rainbow after the rain.
Love is like a dove, flying in a cool breeze, or a bluebird feeding its young.
Love is like a sweet, tender, young child, learning to walk, with bumps along the way...
Submitted: February 2, 2001
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