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When is love, love, and not infatuation? When is infatuation, love, and not just fascination? How do we separate love from being intrigued? The depth of the sea and the height of the sky can be measured But how do we measure the height and depths of love? Infatuation or love...only time will tell Love…like a falling star. Beginning slowly… A gentle, descent from the heavens Gradually, increasing in speed and intensity, A spark... a glow... a momentary white hot flame, And then it is gone forever May you be lucky enough to catch the star |
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