What is this to you other than words that rhyme?
What is this to you other than a wast of time?
My feelings I write on this paper to you
As easy as it sounds, it's hard to do
My feelings come right from my heart
But on this paper is nothing but art
But still I try to help you see
The silence hurts
But the distance is what's killing me
For you, I stay up all night crying
Not having you would literally be like dying
Just to have you, I'd do anything
To hurt you, I'd do no such thing
Because of you I smile everyday
To make you happy, I'd find a way
And when you cry
Your tears I'll dry
When you're scared I'll hold you tight
Close to me all through the night
I'm losing sleep over you
Is this the same for you too?
No one knows what these feelings mean
This feeling seems to come unseen
But I have an idea of what it could be
It's way beyond anything I've ever felt
And this feeling I know not so very well
But know it wel enough that in me it dwells
This feeling is love everlasting
The very feeling that keeps me alive and breathing
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