What is this feeling?
That beats inside this chest.
Each wish it seemed fulfilled
As if tongue had long expressed.
What is this yearning?
That throbs inside this chest.
Who would have thought?
Who could have guessed;
He picked me out from all the rest.
I sense the words are spilling;
Confined so long so deep within.
His passion loud as storm
to mine was found akin.
I feel the world is spinning;
Emotions growing strong.
Like buds in Spring have whispered
to lilies a fervent song.
I long to leave our footprints
Embedded in sands of time;
So that the world can thus announce,
To love would be sublime.
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