Holding hands, long gazes, endless flirting
The typical things we do when we meet
Late night walks, long talks, heat of tension growing
Wanting desire but we must be discreet
We’re different yet the same, pressures we gain
We have our pasts, beliefs, troubles and faults
Why can’t we blossom without all the pain?
Consequences of your past put a halt
How can it work, a child with a man?
How do we know what we want to do is right?
I’ll love you anyway, hold out your hand
We’ll take it slow, and then we’ll know, hold on tight
Let’s not make a future or a past
But instead live and love for it to last
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