Love is a beautiful thing
Butterflies turning into sparks
No where near a fling
Carvings on trees act as their beauty marks
Love maybe be beautiful and inspiring
But we find it confusing
Yet it shouldn't be expiring
Stay next to me for the moments we shouldn't be loosing
Love's beauty is undeniable
Completely amazing
Sincerely indescribable
There is not enough words for its phrasing
The beauty of love is true
Present all day
Especially when I'm tangled in you
Hoping our love will never decay
Love is a beautiful thing
Sneaky and nonchalant
We're secretively contemplating not pursuing because of pain that distance may bring
Resulting in the loss of love's beauty, is that what we honestly want
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 9:14 AM UTC
Love is a beautiful thing
Butterflies turning into sparks
No where near a fling
Carvings on trees act as their beauty marks
Love maybe be beautiful and inspiring
But we find it confusing
Yet it shouldn't be expiring
Stay next to me for the moments we shouldn't be loosing
Love's beauty is undeniable
Completely amazing
Sincerely indescribable
There is not enough words for its phrasing
The beauty of love is true
Present all day
Especially when I'm tangled in you
Hoping our love will never decay
Love is a beautiful thing
Sneaky and nonchalant
We're secretively contemplating not pursuing because of pain that distance may bring
Resulting in the loss of love's beauty, is that what we honestly want
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