So there's this funny thing called love
That comes with a boy or girl
It's tucked away in your back pocket
Till it slips out
It's at the very bottom of your soul
in those beat up converses
It's the bookmark in your favorite book
Wth the worn edges
It's the rainbow umbrella
That you smile at everytime you see it
It's in the sun block
You smack on as you run out the door
It's in the used tires of your bike
That keep you rolling
It's in the smoot edges of you iPod
That never leaves your side
It's in you're very presence
Even when you're not there.
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