He sits in the chair Speaking to me Why does my heart melt when he speaks? My soul ignites when "Heather" rolls off his tounge I look at him and he looks at me My heart jumps up and doesn't go down for minutes Your reddish bown hair matches Your tan Italian skin I want you in more than one way I want to hold your hand and kiss you I want to make love to you I want to marry you and I want to hold you You're beautiful when you walk in the snow I want to take away the pain that the bitch causes you I have never been so hurt by somebody elses's pain Maybe other people see no ambition in you There is something about you... It's something that I see but other over look... There is a love inside of youBirth sign: Libra
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