When Love Is Madness
When I was sixteenth
love for me is like as sweet as the rose,
Colored your fantasies
as your expectation grows,
So called butterflies in my stomache,
and heart beats fast
Beautiful memories of my silent crush..
When I turned twenty my life began to change,
Met new people, met new chances
and heartaches is deeper
Giving all that I can, until I was mad about it
Love was never been happier..
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