My heart squared
i went to walk
i went to look
he went to talk
about my book.
i went to him
he came to me
i looked at him
on his one knee.
then he asked me
about my life
then he asked me
to be his wife.
my heart was one
and no one cared
now he’s the one
and its my heart squared.
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