Does anyone really know what love is?
Is it a feeling we have in our heart?
We know it starts when your heart linked with mine,
But when did what we call love really start?
Did love start when my eyes looked into yours,
Or was it the first time I heard your name,
My heart was hard but now meet open doors,
When you call me I hope to meet the same.
In the past, love has caused me so much hurt,
Each time I see you my heart starts to heal,
When you speak, I listen to every word,
You have no idea how you make me feel.
When you're around I feel like I could fly,
Hear the words I say, "May I be your guy?"
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