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Love Notes


The Dog's fondness will not "paws".
The Cub can't "bear" if you're untrue.
"You're purr-fect," says the Cat.
Birds build love nests for you.

Bakers will always knead you.
Whales' love songs will never "seas".
Lab Rats think you're amazing.
Hives buzz you're the "Bee's Knees".

A River's love flows strongly.
Mountains think you're peak perfection.
You make the Sun squeal with de-light.
Clerks put no price on your affection.

Fishermen hope to catch your eye.
Sea Lions "seal" notes with a kiss.
Tailors wear hearts on their sleeves.
Canyon's love's deep as an abyss.

You take the Wind's breath away.
For you, the Forest pines.
The Seasons want to Fall in love.
Drunk on love, are the Red Wines.

Magnets find you so attractive.
Lions want you as their "mane" squeeze.
The Stags do hold you "deer".
"We'll never leave you," say the Trees.

The Squirrels are nuts about you.
You drive Loons mad with adoration.
For you, the Wolves go wild.
Astronauts moon over you in elation.

The World around us loves you 
And tells you every day.
You have to know how to listen
To hear all they have to say.
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