Building at the pit of my stomach
It's molding itself tightly;
Winding with such force
It squeezes my heart,
Resulting in a missed beat
By love's drummer;
When our eyes meet,
My skin melts...
You see your affects
Upon me,
I can not read your mind,
You're a mystery,
A divine mystery
I want to understand
Inside and out,
In complete fullness;
But I already know
That I somehow,
Love you.
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