Love on Hold.

Each time i think of her,

I get this feeling deep in my belly,

It crawls up to my throat,

And sits there waiting,

Should i be thinking of her this much?

Should i feel for her the way i do?

Each day that passes,

I tend to think of her more,

My feelings for her grow more intense,

Yet, i find it difficult to express them,

I dont want to send her running,

She means so much to me,

And i never want to lose her,



So i guess, for now,

I will remain in my constant state of infatuation,

Hoping, dreaming, that one day,

All my dreams of her will come true.

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