In your eyes, a love I saw, and it bloomed within,
What is love, this feeling, when did it begin?
I know not when day came, or night’s deep slumber spun.
It yearns, it races, it flows, it tries to hold,
At every whisper, it beats, a story to be told,
I stand on the path, the destination, somehow, undone.
I know not when day came, or night’s deep slumber spun,
In your eyes, a love I saw, and it bloomed within.
Upon those paths, I’ve watched for years, come and stay,
Now come, sit a while, in my heartbeat, find your way,
Why does the echo of my silent words now seem unsown?
I know not when day came, or night’s deep slumber spun,
In your eyes, a love I saw, and it bloomed within.
In your eyes, a love I saw, and it bloomed within.
In your eyes, a love I saw, and it bloomed within.
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