They all say it's simple,
Just forget him they say,
But still I think of him,
Day after day,
Try and forget,
They always advise,
I answer I'll try,
But I know it's all lies,
No matter what they say,
Whatever it is I do,
Eventually my thoughts,
Always turn to you,
Is it really love?
Or just some silly phase?
Ignore it, it'll pass,
Everybody says,
But I know what they say,
None of it is true,
Cos I know how much?
I really love you,
Thoughts of you,
Whenever I think,
Make me step forward,
Towards the edge, the brink,
But is this love?
Or some infatuation,
Just the sight of you,
Fills me with elation...
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