No one knows how or when love begins or where or how it gets a startBut when you are near, my head is a spin and there is a flutter in my heartYour absence stirs a longing in my soul that aches until we meetI am less than I am; not quite whole until again we greetI have always wanted to say I love you that my love for you is realLet me hear you say you love me too and my heart is yours to stealFriday, September 25, 2009
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No one knows how or when love begins or where or how it gets a startBut when you are near, my head is a spin and there is a flutter in my heartYour absence stirs a longing in my soul that aches until we meetI am less than I am; not quite whole until again we greetI have always wanted to say I love you that my love for you is realLet me hear you say you love me too and my heart is yours to steal
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