So love is blind and sees not things we do
And does not count the multitude of faults
I find in me when I'm compared to you
And when your beauty my vain sense assaults.
I'm also told that love has flaming wings
And it can join us though we are apart
And that it can build up the tiniest things
Yet also melt the toughest, strongest heart.
So love is magic and has magic powers
And that's how I feel when I am with you
There's nowhere else I'd wish to spend the hours
And nothing else I'd ever wish to do.
So I will rest with you and talk and play,
And then repeat the same thing everyday.
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