My heart races,
With every thought of you,
My lips tingle at the,
Thought of your lips on mine,
What can this be?
Is it imaginary?
Did I make it up?
Or is it real that it can never be forgotten?
I love you,
That's all I know,
But when you are gone,
I end up falling through,
When I see you,
My heart rises to my throat,
And my cheeks turn red,
What could this possibly be?
When I try to forget,
When I am going to bed,
My mind just races,
But in the end I don't want it to end,
Please don't leave me,
I don't want you to go,
Is this what true love is?
I just want to know! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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