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I want to yell I love you from the highest mountain but...Then I think to myself...Look at her...She's the definition of buety, love, and kindness...I have the feeling of love shivering down my spine...I want to touch your gentle lips as if you were my own but then I think to myself "What if...." So I sleep at night knowing your on my mind over and over...like a bad love song you hear in the radio...When they say I love you its a term for the feeling of admoration torward someone...but to me Love is everything...how you walk, how you talk, and everything you do...So I sit by the nearest tree in the park called my mind just thinking about you...