Love is kind, but I get annoyed just at looking at you.
Love does not envy, but I sometimes wish to be someone entirely different.
Love does not boast, but the words I use are sugar-coated with pretentious remarks.
Love keeps no record of wrongs, but I calculate and store every little mistake I find in you.
Love never fails, but I can't seem to win the battle....
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