You’re high as a kite
nothing will turn
you believe it’s real
It’s true.
It’s here.
this is it!
the person you’ll marry,
until that fight
the horrible shadow
you’ll see,
Love hurts.
Love bites.
Love stinks.
the best feeling
But also
the worst
When you’re young and in love
You become unsteady,
But there’s no use crying over spilled milk
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