Take one step,
But please don't forget.
I don't know yet,
The feeling I get.
Please just wait,
Don't forget my face.
My heart's in debate,
So love can't create.
I know it begins,
When I win.
My eyes spin,
As I see that grin.
But I'm unsure,
If I can be called yours,
Because my heart's tore,
And I don't know what fore.
Down and blue,
I walk on through.
I see you,
But you is who?
What is love?
Is it on the wings of a dove?
Can it rise me above,
The push and shove?
Will it be there,
When I need it here?
Will it appear,
When I start to shed a tear?
When I feel,
Will it be real?
Will it reveal,
That pain can heal?
I'm unsure,
If I can be called yours,
Because my heart's tore,
And I don't know what for.
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