What true love really meant.
I’d never feel this inner peace;
I couldn’t be content.
The pleasures of romance.
I’d miss the bliss, the craziness,
Of love’s sweet, silly dance.
I have to hear your voice;
No other one could take your place;
You’re it; I have no choice.
I don’t know what I’d do;
I’d be searching for my other half,
Incomplete, if not for you.
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