I fall in love every day, every minute,
Every time I see him, my heart skips a little.
Maybe that’s what love is.
He smiles when his friends crack a joke,
And I catch myself wondering
Will he ever smile like that because of me?
Maybe that’s what love is.
The quiet comfort of a warm cup of tea,
The way it feels like home before you even take a sip.
The shift from rolling my eyes at love songs
To actually listening to the lyrics.
Once, I thought it was all cringe
The stolen glances, the late-night texts,
The way people lost themselves in love.
Now, I catch myself wanting it too.
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