Who has the right,
To say if it’s real.
If they don’t know,
The way we feel.
Love is a feeling,
Felt by all.
Even ones who’ve,
Begun to fall.
Take me away,
To a special place.
Whenever I look,
Upon your face.
I get lost,
In your eyes.
Like you were sent,
From the skies.
Who can say,
We can’t have fun.
Unless were ruled,
By a nun.
I would never think,
You’re a mistake.
Or our love,
Is all but fake.
When we dance,
You have a way with me.
Like I’m a lock,
And you’re my key.
You have this,
Magic technique.
I can’t help,
But go weak.
You have helped me,
Find the way.
To make it through,
Another the day.
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