Love is as certain as puddles in spring,
As robins will trill, as whales will sing.
It hums in the hush between thunder and rain,
Tugs at your sleeve, then vanishes again.
So worry no more if it stays, if it goes—
Love simply is. It always returns, always grows.
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lovely 🥰