Whenever you are near me
I find my heart hanging around you
Whenever you are far from me
I find my heart missing somewhere
Is this love I don't think so
Whenever you speak something
I feel as if there is nothing inside my ribcage
Yet weighing so much
Is this love I don't think so
Whenever your gaze falls
I realise I have become selectively blind
That I could see only you and nothing other
Is this love I don't think so
Whenever I think of you
I am confused whether I am dreaming a life
Or living a dream
Is this love, of course, yes it is…
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