Love
Why is this feeling just a reoccuring trend, love's like a rain puddle and I think I've fallen in, what they see as imperfect I am seeing as a ten, I would say that this is new but it keeps happening again, is it wrong that your name is what's whispered in the wind, I'll be there for you from the very start up to the end, and I love all of you girl from your feet up past your chin, this is love, strap me in, take me on this ride again.
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