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Each Other


To the core, every trembling touch of your hand upon mine Goes another shock of the love I have, as it is no crime To feel this way is so serene, so at peace with my once broken heart I fixed it once more, but the point of mistakes is to become better with each start So when I found perfection, a perfect for me I couldn't help wonder, or try, or see Because she from her first words unto me Was one I wanted to be meant to be I had mentioned before my minor distress of the situation She had mentioned she wasn't looking, no anticipation Of another boy in her life to become another mistake Well if I am a mistake, then by all means I'm still glad I was able to take Take what? The chances, the questions the motions So she could be finally my only devotion I don't know who loved who first, or same unto one another I'm just so glad we are in love with each other.
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