Ah this feels so wrong, and yet...
it feels so right, that whenever I
think about you, I get the so called butterflies,
and this feeling doesnt seems to be to have fled.
This thought is so complicating,
this feeling seems to be so incinerating,
everytime I think about it my heart beats faster,
and everytime I feel this... I get lost in it.
The kind of emotion this... this thing brings is indescribable,
all of this heart beats make the blood in my veins go faster,
it makes all of my veins swell up, beat up and down,
and yet these words cannot explain perfectly what I feel about this...
Such thought... such emotion, such a perfect feeling,
what can it be called?... ah... it is called Love,
My love
And thus this is what I feel when I talk to you...
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Perhaps... If I Stay Close To You...
Can I Live With You?
Because Without You Is Simply
Rather Impossible...
Can I Live With You?
Because Without You Is Simply
Rather Impossible...
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