Lovesick
Fire and sparks that you gave me,
You gave me through your touch.
Not the body but the soul,
Made me feel like I was in a musical.
Dancing around in a golden dress,
Along with singing cups.
Even huge cold corridor,
Makes me feel like I m in a delusion.
From wolves to singing forks,
From a library to a dying rose.
No one can have a love story like
a beauty and a beast proposed.
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