Thoughts come a dime a dozen,
even in a heart frozen.
To be specific in nature,
those igniting the love feature.
Love never leaves the brain,
even when it's soaked in pain.
Love will find its way,
to try and brighten up a day.
Three hundred and sixty five,
love continues on to thrive,
even as the devil tries to jive.
Sexual love never leaves,
only hides when hate decieves.
All type love remains fixed,
at times some get mixed.
Love of family members,
during Christmas Decembers.
Thoughts of loving friends,
these never ends.
Thougths of love flow,
until the day we go.

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