What is this love we talk about,
where does it come from,
do we really know,
we see someone and fall in love,
but why this person,
why not that other person,
so what makes her so different,
what's the magic,
that makes this work,
why does your heart jump for her,
think of her all the time,
need to see her,
want to be near her,
to touch and hold her,
kiss and cuddle her all day,
feeling you will die without them,
so are these the feeling of love,
if you have these feelings,
then you are in LOVE,
hold onto it.
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