"How?"
I don't know what came to me,
I swear I am crazy
In you, what did I see?
To give you my heart freely
You are too mischievous,
Far too vivacious,
You repeatedly wreck havoc in my life,
You are my living demise,
Your laughter sometimes grate my nerves
But I guess, growing feelings I couldn't curb
Despite your obvious imperfections,
You completely own my emotions
Even hold my heart between your hands
You have me entranced
What sorcery have you cast upon me?
For loving you, to me, is a mystery
Something that which
I will never know
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