What is love? A dream? A wish,
Maybe at first site? maybe a true kiss?
Love is complex never to be known,
On the side of the street maybe on a throne,
Love is a mystery running through heart and sole
If ever you find it promise to let it grow
I am a guy I can be sweet,
Execuse me sweetie wile i sweep you off your feet
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