I Think I Got the Making of a True Love Affair (Prelude)

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[Spoken] Love, like the seasons of the year, is a never-ending cycle First love is beautiful, like the grass that grows at springtime Everything is alive and new, like the pitter-pattering of hearts When two people meet for the first time, and fall in love You have discovered each other, and love is as smooth as the Warm and gentle wind that kisses the earth Love is free, likе the birds that soar above the treetops Lovе is as fresh and sweet, like the flowers that bloom New love is like springtime You begin to learn more about each other, and love begins to burn hot Like the sun on the hottest day in summer There are beaches to be walked on, and sandcastles to be built And burning passions are often fulfilled in the coolness of a Summer's night Love becomes a ride on a roller coaster A teddy bear that he won for you at a carnival Love becomes a refreshing swim, and a funny game of baseball Love becomes summer Then the autumn of your love arrives, you begin to give more And in return he shows you all the goodness of being loved Like the autumn leaves that dip and glide with the wind You are floating along love's charted course You stand huddled together, wrapped up in the warmth of Each other's thoughts And you vow that love between you will last forever and a day Love is football games, and Sunday walks Love is falling leaves, and windy days Love is autumn Last there is winter, and love becomes snowball fights and Christmas bells You pray that his love will not turn cold, and leave you Shivering in the strong, hard winds of winter But beware, for many loves die and fade away Leaving nothing but the memories of warm springs Of laughing summers, and loving autumns If you have a love, make sure that it burns just as hot in winter As it did in summer Make sure that it holds as much love and understanding As it did in autumn But should your love desert you, and leave you out in the cold Hold on, dear broken heart, for spring will come again It will, it will