I think about you all the time, one look, my knees get weak practically die, So hard to sleep when i'm so close to this dream coming true True,

I can't speak ,I'm terrified cause if I say the wrong thing you might see how hard i'm trying, Is this made up? Or true love 
Is this true love?
The way you smell The way you dress, is so perfect, my tongue is tied cause I can't translate these feelings inside

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