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Your love! My kind.

Love is what I experience,
When you keep your ego aside
For this Bond and it's fight.

 Love is what I feel,
When after every fight
You handle me with care.

 Love is what I see,
When I stare
Into your eyes.

 Love is what I conceive,
When your precious time,
Is what I receive.

 Love is what holds us together,
Even on days
When we feel drowned.

 Love is what I look for,
In every interaction
That we have.

 On some days,
Your love makes me
Feel like a bird,
Who loves to fly,
Still returns home
Every night from the sky.

 How do I tell you
How much you mean,
When every time I try to describe,
All I do is forget the theme.

 Your thoughts take me
To a far off land,
Covered with beauty,
And some sand.

 I pray to God,
For that day soon,
When we would see together,
The Sun and the Moon.

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