Love is when…

Love is when the red roses bloom to overflow the field.

Love sounds like soft, special music playing in the background, filling the heart

Love smells like a perfect mix of the scattered scents of each and every flower

Love tastes like the swollen chocolate cake at the end of a banquet

Love looks like a garden decorated with each and every flower in the world

Love feels like what it is like to be a dove soaring in the blue sky

Love is when the red roses are given to one another.

 

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