

What true love really meant.

I’d never feel this inner peace;

I couldn’t be content.


The pleasures of romance.

I’d miss the bliss, the craziness,

Of love’s sweet, silly dance.


I have to hear your voice;

No other one could take your place;

You’re it; I have no choice.


I don’t know what I’d do;

I’d be searching for my other half,

Incomplete, if not for you.

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