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.

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