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In Love
My heart is my powerhouse
And baby, you know I love to write
When I first began to fall, spin, jump in love with you
I tried to write
Writing always comes easily for me
Because it is the energy that warms my heart
But now my writing has competition
Competition with you
When I loved you, I tried to write you a letter
I got frustrated with the punctuations marks
I never wanted my sentences to end
I hated vocabulary words
I never wanted my word choice to misrepresent my feelings
My mind is my funhouse
And honey, you know I cherish my imagination
When I first began to fall, spin, jump in love with you
I tried to draw
Drawing never comes easily for me
Because it is the energy that tests my thought process
But now my drawing has a muse
A muse because of you
When I loved you, I drew you from a photograph
The lines and compositions weren’t fine enough
The light and colors weren’t luminous enough
I cannot limit your beauty to the limits of my creativity
My spirit is my lighthouse
And sweetheart, you know I protect my beloved soul
When I first began to fall, spin, jump in love with you
I tried to sing
Singing usually comes at ease for me
Because it is like a supernova that collapses in random excitement
But now my musical voice has a rhythm and tempo
That dances and sways with you
When I loved you, I tried to whistle
I have been struggling to whistle since childhood
Seems like a tune for sweetness and romance wouldn’t escape my lips
But your delicate kisses and delicious kisses made up for that
Love cannot be definitely described
Love cannot be loosely spoken of
Love cannot be carelessly shown
I’m in love with you

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