The way you left the house,
The way you always knew,
That this was the day,
The day it all came true,
How he looked you in the eyes,
Kissed you on the cheek,
Hugged you from behind,
The glance, he'd always sneak.
The way you'd always walk
Holding hands in the street
Talking your lives through,
He was the one to meet.
The way you got butterflies,
When he gave you a shove,
The games you used to play,
The day you fell in love.
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