Love got teeth.
As old people say-dont know if you walking,
It's on you hand or you feet
But it dont really matter.
Cause you bound to meet,
Sooner or..............later.
Love is watching hint, big and bold, but refusing to catch it.
Love is trapping thoughts in side-eye gaze, long before thoughts see light-of-day.
Love is sweet mystery like sleight-of-rain.
Love is sweet misery like taste-of-pain,
Love is going down,
At loss for words and loss of heads.
But she thank God,
Always have pierce of thread for way back out,
Or to put it another way.
She's in love,
She's in love,
She's in love,
Always save back piece of heart,
For peace of mind.
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