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Love is...

Yeah ladies and gentlemen Love is

Love is something that you say while looking in someone's eyes
Something you send to someone's heart
I hope we become like love too

Love is childish like a fairy tale,
But is still sweet like candy
I hope our love will last forever

You are beautiful to me, You are so beautiful to me
The way my heart is racing, I'm sure it's love
You are beautiful to me, You are so beautiful to me
An angel who has come down from the sky, is what I think you are

Your shortly cut hair, and your round two eyes
As pretty as a doll, you are my love

Love is the feeling of flying above the clouds
Something that's warm like sunlight
This feeling, I'm sure you can feel it too

Love can make me as cool as the main character of a cartoon
You too, are my very own princess

You are beautiful to me, You are so beautiful to me
I want to hold your beautiful hand forever
You are beautiful to me, You are so beautiful to me
Like a prince on a white stallion, I will watch over you

During these moments that I make with you
Like a dreaming child, I'm so delighted

Love is warm like a mom's embrace
Comfy like an easy sleep
Do you know? it's the reason why I met you

Love is naive like a child
And pure like an angel
To me too, it has come like this

Love is something that you say while looking in someone's eyes
Something you send to someone's heart
I hope we become like love too

Love is childish like a fairy tale,
But is still sweet like candy
Our love, forever

I hope our love will last forever

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