A Sonnet by Firey.
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Love is like a little rare gem
It doesn't matter who you ask for
A small love starts at the base of a stem
And in the end love is like a roar
You see someone tall and fair
And you swoon like the hurricane
He's someone no one can compare
You see him as fancy, not plain
The paintbrush flies across the sky
Painting the words of love
It's like a bird learning how to fly
They are the lovely dove
And you think you know what love is
But there's nothing more surprising to you than this.