When the L is taken from Love,
It falls from high above.
A single letter lost in flight,
And all that’s left is ove — not right.
The warmth turns faint, the glow turns cold,
The story ends that once was told.
For love without its leading line,
Is just a word that lost its spine.
So guard that L — it stands for light,
For life, for lifting through the night.
Without it, hearts can’t stay in clover —
When the L is gone, love is over.
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