If you fell for her at first sight,
If you text her late at night,
If you understand her like no one other,
If talking to her makes you pother,
If you hold her hand in front of masses,
If all you think about is her neck molasses,
Then you're not in love with her,
All this is just some kind of blur.
If you want to play with her hair and not her body,
If you can't help but laugh at her failed attempts to make a joke bawdy,
If her tears only soak your shirts,
And although it's her pain it still hurts,
Then you my friend are in love,
This is a match made from the heavens above.
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Poetry
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