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When You Love Somebody...

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dkenreeks

Published: Sep 3, 2013

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When you love somebody...you love them as they are.
You cannot alter them to suit your deires, anyway.
You can guide them to a better path, 'tis true...
but only they will make the choice if they desire to.

When you love somebody...you will know it's true.
Your heart and your soul will let you know it's so.
True loves never demand, and are as strong as steel.
False loves always demand, yet break at any chance.

When you love somebody...you will never want another.
You can forsake all others for their kind embrace.
Others will know when you have truly fallen in love--
for it's so easily noticed by that smile on your face.

When you love somebody...you want to enjoy it forever.
It's an all-you-can-eat feast of the most happy sort.
Ronald or Jack have nothing to compare with it...
and most certainly, being in love is far better for you.

When you love somebody...it's a never-ending story--
for good blood doesn't lie, and true love cannot die.
Celebrate the love you feel, however you both desire...
for in your burning hearts lies the unmistakeable fire.

--RKJ

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just a few thought about the feeling that go with truly loving somebody.
P.S: "Ronald' and "Jack" refer to the mascots of Mickey D's and Jack In The Box respectively.
--RKJ

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