My heart found your heart on the corner of 1st and 2nd vein.
Stared into each other's eyes - too afraid to say anything
My heart took your heart in its arms- the best you ever felt, and you thought to yourself: how could it be?
It’s love, loving you
As you fainted in my arms, clouds of thunder started roaring
And you woke up in middle of the pouring rain falling down!
I kissed you as a drop fell down on our lips and that was when I knew it was meant to be
It was love, loving you
Through the storm we will dance, although it sounds absurd
But its me and you and you and me and the four letter word . . .
It’s love …
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