to tell you the truth, i love you,
but not the way i used to.all
that magical-extraordinary
atmosphere, i don't feel it
anymore.
to tell you the truth, i love your
eyes, but not the way i used to,
they don't sparkle anymore.i
do not see the stars, or the moon,
maybe they stopped shining.
to tell you the truth, i like your
smile, but not the way i used to.
it does not race my heart anymore.
i like your touch, but not the way i
used to, it does not turn me on,
not anymore.maybe you lost that
magic in your hands.
to tell you the truth, i like your
fragrance, but not the way i used to.
it does not intoxicate me anymore.
maybe its potent lowered.i know
not what happened but this is just
my feeling, from within.
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