Love is a feeling
That I’ve never felt,
Bet my imagination
Is the one to be blamed.
The movies that I’ve seen
And the books I’ve read,
Made my expectations
For love, higher instead.
Holding his hands
And then dancing in the rain,
Embracing him tightly
Are all things that I daydream.
Handsome and gentle
Is how I want him,
But deep in the bones
A bit crazy to match me.
For a man to be like this
Is hard to be found,
Considering reality
I guess that is bound.
Don’t ask me what love is
It’s a question unsolved,
But when I do find it
I’ll let you know for sure.
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