Love is not a place, to come and go as we please, it is a house we enter in, and then commit to never leave. So lock the door behind you, throw away the key, we’ll work it out together, let it bring us to our knees.
To some love is a word that they can fall into, but when they’re falling out, keeping their word is hard to do
Love will come to save us, if we’ll only call, it will ask nothing from us, but demand we give our all.
Love is a shelter in a raging storm; Love is peace in a middle of a war,
No, love is not a fight, but is something worth fighting for.
I will fight for you,
Would you fight for me?
It’s worth fighting for.
To my love,
I miss you poo! 
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