The song that love sings is beautiful to hear.
The flush of color to the cheeks, the butterflies you feel.
The swirl of emotions that it brings, barely contained by the human heart.
Everything now held so much more dear.
Ready to burst at the seams with the heavenly hum.
The sun, the stars, are now all so clear.
The tune without a name.
The song that love sings is beautiful to hear.
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