Love is a word that’s bandied about.
“I’d love a Martini” you hear people shout
Across crowded bars where the eyes of a stranger
Make contact, occasionally heralding danger
Of falling so hopelessly, recklessly smitten
Cupid has struck, the love bug has bitten.
The moment may come when vows will be pledged
Two lives intertwined, your future gilt-edged
To have and to hold – and in keeping that trust
Love will prevail, as we know that it must.
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