The first time we met
I felt in the pinks
My heart was frozen
But, kept beating your name
In an odd way,
Clueless of what to say
I resided besides you
And fell for you over again.
The amount of butterflies you create
The Red-Pink-Purple fever
You have no idea
How perfect we make!
I never confessed
How much I love you
Cause It Gives way
To deeper fears
I truly hope there comes a day
Blue moon and white hay
Beneath the summer sky
I confess to you, What I always wanted to say.
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