When you feel that strong, warm desire,
Your heart races at the sight,
Butterflies flutter when you're held,
The touch sends you weak at the knees.
As you cuddle up in bed,
When you hold hands in the street,
Your pecked on your cheek in the cold,
And given their jacket to warm you.
All the small things that mean something,
The comfort, the protection,
The gestures to show they care,
There's no better feeling than being in love.
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