The Things That I Feel
I wait by the telephone.
Or call you myself.
I pray to the angels.
And think of no one else.
I cry when I miss you.
And smile when you call.
And I want nothing else but your love, nothing else at all.
I wonder if you know, the way that I feel.
And I wonder if you ever question whether or not it’s real.
I ask do you think about me as much as I think about you?
And for me what it is that you might do.
I could ask you these things myself, but my words are over taken by love.
And my heart always flutters, like the wings of a wedding dove.
I’m in love with you and that’s a fact.
And the love that I’m feeling I will never take back
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