Make love
To make love
Pure as a dove
So intense
Ever since
My hearts beating
It is Deafening
Can you hear it
Do you feel it
You have the glue
Do you have a clue
The pieces laying there
Do you dare
Make me whole
You are never dull
Heart rate quickens
I'm am smitten
I'm not ready
This can be deadly
Lets take it slow
I don't want it to blow
Heart on my sleeve
Please don't leave
I've never felt this
Just give me a kiss
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