Love is a word I cannot stand,
For I hold it in my heart so.
Just rememb'ring holding your hand,
I never want to let it go.
Seeing your face everywhere,
I can't quite get you out of my mind.
Tell you of this, I do not dare,
Though you too feel this way, I find,
Of your feelings, I am aware.
But it is hard to put into words,
that what had once gone away,
came back with your name sung by the birds.
Does love cause on to feel this way?
Our fingers held are intertwined,
Our hands, together, were designed.
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