Love is a risk you make.
You give someone your heart to break,
Your eyes, your trust, your dreams to take.
Now you can run, but for your sake:
Don’t be afraid of all the pain.
Love is not the paths you’ve crossed.
Love is not the heart you’ve lost,
The time you’ve spent, or what it cost;
Love is not a bitter frost.
Love is not that you might fall,
But what you stand to gain.
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