From the first kiss I knew
That this could be trouble
But still I could not resist
The temptation I felt
All Because of one kiss
I could feel my legs tremble
And my mind melt
How does one feel so good
What is this burning I feel
Who knew that love could
Take my mind and seem so ideal
Ideally we become one
We talk and we laugh
Do we really exist in love
Or is this just a game of fun
This fire rages
We get closer
Could this be dangerous
I feel my heart racing
Feet and mind pacing
Is this too much
Who will he become
If I allow him inside
Will he stay
Will it be same
Waking to his texts I smile
Or soon will the pain arise
He forgets what it means
Putting our love on trial
Because ideally we are one
I feel the flames grow
As the time goes on
I begin to want to know
Will he stay
I seen his soul
So I became fond
And I found myself wanting more
He lays watching me
He is wondering what’s on my mind
And will I come fourth
Speak the words into existence
In my heart they were so near
But on my tongue the words sat in distance
I try to utter “I love you”
But I found myself froze
Scare of What might become
Because ideally we are one
From my head to my toes
I could feel my soul
The fire was raging
All because of a kiss
I raced through it all
Hoping I found something I missed
He was “It”
“It” was real
Because ideally we are one
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