I think they call it Love.
Love is what this must be.
Only an Angel can cause these feelings,
Very deep inside of me.
Eternity with you?
Yes. You and only me.
Observing life with you,
Understanding what happiness can be.
Restfulness while I'm in your arms,
And recklessness when I'm away.
Coping when I'm not with you.
Hoping to see you another day.
Evidently, this feeling has quietly taken over me.
Love is what this is, love is what this must be.
Aug 21, 2011
Aug 21, 2011 at 4:42 AM UTC
I think they call it Love.
Love is what this must be.
Only an Angel can cause these feelings,
Very deep inside of me.
Eternity with you?
Yes. You and only me.
Observing life with you,
Understanding what happiness can be.
Restfulness while I'm in your arms,
And recklessness when I'm away.
Coping when I'm not with you.
Hoping to see you another day.
Evidently, this feeling has quietly taken over me.
Love is what this is, love is what this must be.
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