We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Love is not love.
I can get enough of you
Being like love on trees that bloom
As I swing on a swing in the afternoon
You look at me through a wine glass
I tilt my head as if to fall
Into the loveliness of it all
The time you held me in your arms
To declare a one true love
That I would never come to harm
That I would become a bee
To pollinate your apple tree.
Being like love on trees that bloom
As I swing on a swing in the afternoon
You look at me through a wine glass
I tilt my head as if to fall
Into the loveliness of it all
The time you held me in your arms
To declare a one true love
That I would never come to harm
That I would become a bee
To pollinate your apple tree.
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