So often when I am holding you,
It seems that you exist in this world
Just four me.
That's what makes it so hard when we are apart
Knowing that, nothing,
Will ever change in my heart and how it feels
My eyes can only see
A perfectly painted portrait of two people
And that time stands still whilst we are together.
I know that I am so selfish, but when something
Enters your life that is as beautiful as you
It's in possible not to want your cake and all of the topping
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