For you my dear, shall I lay down my right to love again
For I cannot lay my eyes on another.
You make my heart beat, like no one ever did
And for that I will do only good
To be deserving of you.
If you were to choose some other over me
I couldn't help but wish you ill.
Like the stars fall from the sky
I have fallen for you.
In your eyes
Which sparkle so bright enchanting the night
our souls collide.
My heart flutters only for you.
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