Six months.
Does it feel like more? Does it feel like less?
Does your heart still flutter in your chest?
Do you dream of him and wake up to find—
a dream turned into real life kind?
My darling dear you’ve chosen well,
in bliss and happiness you’ll dwell.
Hold him close and don’t let go
for that’s the way two lovers grow.
Does it feel like more? Does it feel like less?
Does your heart still flutter in your chest?
Do you dream of him and wake up to find—
a dream turned into real life kind?
My darling dear you’ve chosen well,
in bliss and happiness you’ll dwell.
Hold him close and don’t let go
for that’s the way two lovers grow.
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