Love Is Actually
It is when your attention is enslaved by a single scent..
Your first liking is she and second becomes her sharp speak..
Dreams cut across the heights and fantasy flies to large extent.
Red just reminds her lips and black to her hair sleek.,
When the music generate more than a pleasing mood in you..,
When her soft move towards you get all your strings disturbed.,
Each her smile and gesture get pasted in your heart with glue..,
And all your intentions demands to get out from being curbed..,
Your soul feel like emitting perfume and turns more beautiful miraculously..,
Then get it confirmed baby this is what Love Is Actually.
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