| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Love is a moment in timeits future unseenits pleasure for the presentLove grows only whenthe soil like a bed of rosesis tended and kept fertilisedcontinually with a gentle handWho knows if love new will become love oldThe future changes rapidlyEach day brings something unexpectedLove is an unknown commodityThe future of love is indeedbeyond tellingLove is something to encompassEnjoyed and explored
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