We were best friends.

Sometimes a Iove,
'sneaks up on you'
We were easy best friends,
but now I m confused.
Confused by emotions
that are so fresh and new.
Did you feel the same way?
-Can I tell you my news?
Can I tell you , my heart
It beats only for you
You say that I m yours,
but now I need proof.
'l m Scared and excited ,
for the truth of our truth.
That love has found me,
and Iove has found you.
'Now lets walk hand ln hand,
in this love that we choose.
I promise you to give a heaven ,
I promise that together we create a tiny world for us.

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