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And she tied you
To her kitchen chair,
Broke your throne, and cut your hair.
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah .
Love isn’t about triumph, you may be defeated, you may feel victorious ,but you should never expect praise, you should never incessantly speak about your newfound feeling of success ,you should never seek it, your reward is the glorious feeling, that feeling is beyond superb, it excels beyond comprehension, to be that engrossed in another person
to feel these things. Maybe I do believe in love, or maybe I just believe in it with him
He is the embodiment of perfection
Just for me.
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah…