©©© Finally, We Can Measure That Thing Called LOVE ©©©

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When you break up
Once a week

What absolutely
Makes it freak

You keep coming back

When kisses cavort
3000 miles

When missing you creates
3000 smiles

I keep coming back

Oh why? Oh why?
We cannot deny
What is meant...

Our love. Our love
Grows day by day
With an exponent

Is there a quantity?
Does it have a number?

Yes. Yes. Yes.
But we must remember

Two o's in –ob–on
Two o's in Oli–e–io

What do you know...

It is the antonym
of little-bitty

Our love is measured by

Onfinity

On & on & on
Never gone
Never gone
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