What is love to me? you ask. Its the feeling of falling when I look into your eyes What is love to me? you ask. A wave of passion in the ocean of my soul. What is love to me? you ask. That wanton pain of missing you, your gentle touch and sweet caress. What is love to me? you ask. Its the glaring sun on a cold winters day, that warms the heart and burns for us.Birth sign: Not entered
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