When all the songs seem to be about you
When your voice sheds every shade of blue
And your presence draws light from above
I simply must ask, ‘could it be love?’
When all your wants become mine too
And your smile pearces my chest through
Could it be some silly infatuation,
Or could it be love?
My euphoria sores, my mind's grounded
I know my feelings are firmly founded
When your bliss means more than making you mine
I know it must be love.
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