Sunday, March 11, 2007
Its love not infatuation
We take some time to stroll
down this walk we go
as we hold each others hand
beneath the tree and we know
every word will grow
I hope we can stay
Its still not love we feel
yet its love they see
Its still not love we have
but its love we want
Its those late night starry times
when we are alone
as we hold each others hand
The sweetest things we do,
the smiles we dont talk about
deep inside we say it loud
Its still not love we feel,
yet its love they see
Its still not love we have,
but its love we seek
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