I'm never happier than when I'm with you.

I don't know what you do.

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I'm not used to these feelings.

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What are you doing to me?

I'm constantly singing,

involuntarily,

about love and that feeling.

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Songs in my head,

singing

about faces turning red

as she walks down the aisle

in her white dress

and she has a smile

and it's so picturesque.

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(P.S.- I sing this poem in my head and it sounds way better. :) )