Love is purple.

It smells like fresh flowers.

It tastes like chocolate melting in your mouth.

It sounds like a heart pounding.

It feels like the warmth from a fire.

It looks like a goodbye hug in an airport.

Love is a hurricane, sweeping you off your feet.

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