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Dec 2015
When I don't have the words to describeΒ Β it
When I can't begin to explain this feeling
If there's anything to encompasses it all
It'sΒ Β the word, "You."

You get my heart racing, get me looking towards the sky
You twist me up, turn me inside out, and teach me how to fly.
You grab me with a smile and lead me straight to happiness
You spin me round, take me down, and show me how life is lived.

You.
It explains this ache in my chest.
You.
The one who's turned me into a sappy mess.

You.
I could say it a hundred more times and still
You.
It's only an iota of what I feel

For you
Merry Christmas, Sweetheart.
This came to me while we were listening to the Sleepy Music playlist and just chilling. I felt raw and happy and good and I just suddenly had the need to put it to rhyme.
Q
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Q  North Carolina
(North Carolina)   
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