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Distant Love


The way you look at me,

I can’t help but grin.

I think to myself,

“Am I finally going to win?”

 

If loving you was a sin,

I would go to hell

Again and again.

 

The way you make me feel,

I have never felt before.

You don’t make me feel 

Like I'm just a chore.

 

You treat me the way

He never did.

I have never second- guessed myself with you.

Like I did with him.

 
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