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Feel The Love

When you're having fun During a roller coaster ride Yet you feel That the smile on your face Is not because of the ride But because of how happy She's with you Know that you're in love.
When you're grooving On the dance floor And you feel That the rhythm of your feet Is not because of the beats But because of her Moves and expressions Know that you're in love.
When you're getting drenched During the rain And you realize That you being attracted to rain Is not because of the petrichor But because of how much Playful she gets during it Know that you're in love.
When you're watching her Engulfed in work And you find yourself Cherishing her dedication And she smiles back at you After flicking off her hair Over her ears Know that you're in love.
Know that you're in love When it seems She's everything you need Know that you're in love When she's like a book That you'd love to read Know that you're in love When it's night and you can't sleep.
Know that you're in love When she's being rude And still looks cute Know that you're in love When she makes the dresses look good And not the other way around Now you know that you're in love And that love knows no bounds.
Caring is the bedrock And efforts are the pillars On which love sustains It'll screw you over and over But you'll still care And it'll all be worth the pain.
The feeling is too complex Mere words can't explain it When you feel it you'll know that. Finding perfection Amidst imperfections is love And that's a fact.
It's pure, it's reckless It's rare, it's enchanting It's unpredictable, it's uncertain And yet it's incorruptible. To summarize, with efforts It is everything And without efforts It is nothing at all.

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