Love is in the air,
In fleeting words and mind.
Love is everywhere,
In that exact line.
Love is always Here—
Before and after tears.
It never falls from heaven,
Nor crumbles into fears.
Love is the beginning
Of an unending game,
It lives in you, so tender,
And always stays the same.
Love is in the air
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