I could sing to you a song of love,
If I am the hand, you are the glove.
I want to throw my arms around you tight,
and squeeze, and squeeze with all my might.
I'm obsessed with you and all you think,
I feel a deep connection and such a strong link.
I'm still shy and unsure if you will walk,
if you mean what you say, or if it's all talk.
Somtimes it's like you really don't care,
you keep things locked up and hardly share
what you feel with me as i'd like.
I want to be the only shining light.
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