The kind of feeling when two eyes meet
And never seem to stop looking
Searching, wondering, finding
The kind of feeling when you feel sparks inside
One touch makes you shudder with want
A brush of the strand of hair feels like eternity
The kind of unexplained jealousy
Even if someone just looks at her
She doesn’t belong to you, she is a part of you
The kind of admiration for his kindness
His honour and his noble nature
The way he makes her feel
This feeling isn’t love, it’s a god damned hallmark card
Love is what is beneath it all
Love is what is real.
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In this world full of people, There is always you and me. This is my voice to the world.
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