To love, to hope..a lemon drop...so sweet and sickly sour. To hold and kiss, to lust, desire -for you grows by the hour. Tick tick, tick tock... minutes creep up, on the clock, and the seconds go by and my love for you, it grows. To be scared, arent you aware, love has its twists and turns.... I understand, dear love, my heart, its you I seek alone
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