Don't make me say it first
I felt it bubble up
The second those green eyes
Found mine
But I said it first the last time
And I've waited seven months
To hear it
And you use a lot of words
Like, a Lot,
But not the L word I'm looking for
You feel it
It never left
As if there was a magnet
On your heart
And mine
You know the L word I'm looking for
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