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Created on: July 13, 2008
Holding their hand and saying the three words,
That's not what I call mature love.
It's feeling confident standing next to your significant one,
Willing to fight for the better, once problems arise,
Doing whatever it takes to keep the relationship thriving.
Keeping your head in space,
That's not what I call mature love,
It's learning how to get off kid games,
It's learning how not to call each other stupid names.
It's being happy with the one you're with,
It's feeling true love and not being a kid.
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