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Love is precious Because love is uncertain. We see utter perfection Staring into the face of our loves We already see a miracle in capturing their affection. Like an ape staring at an angel There is sunlight in their eyes Fire in their hearts The burbling splash of waves in their laughter. While we know that if they truly knew What we thought What we felt No one could ever really love us. Every stray glance at another Every sigh at unexpected trouble Every angry word Makes us think: This is it.  They’re getting ready to leave. But what we don’t realize Is that they think The exact same thing About themselves.