Love Never Dies

There was so much love in this house.

He was always and never.

 To be loved is to love.


The song of birds was music to her ear.

Happiness overcame her like brilliant rays of sunshine at dawn.

Their chemistry was unstoppable as a raging bull.

Traces of love linger like the smell of rain.

There was so much love in this house...

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