Soft and refreshing, it rustles through the lazy oak trees,
It lifts you up and carries you off into the never-ending sky
To a place where you can laugh without worry
And cry without shame, happy tears.
Falling in love is like a soaring eagle,
High above everything else, in the loud silence of freedom,
It fills you up with hope and light and joy,
And makes everything seem perfect.
Falling in love is like a blossoming tulip,
Bright and beautiful, smelling like home,
It opens up your heart and soul,
Diving into your brain and learning how you think,
And makes you feel truly complete.
Falling in love is like a shooting star,
Guiding you through the dark abyss, no matter your whereabouts,
It lights up a path for to you float along and shows you the way
To a love with a person that will never leave you.
Falling in love is like a lot of things
And yet, I would never trade you
For any of them.
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