love can never turn into hate
love is all that we appreciate
love is always gentle
it has a touch of an angle
love is never bold
its something that cant be hold
love is not all black, nor red
its all that we dream of in bed
love is a wish that came true
like a rose that came in blue
love is a mix of nerves and excitment
its like an endless compliment
love is a stairway to heaven
where we're lifted from the burdens
love is an endless journey
love is a wild ride
to the west side
only love can calm the heart
and let us not be apart
so let each beat
beat with the same ryhthem
for i never wanna have a heart attack over you....
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