Love Actually
I have mugged love,
I cannot comprehend it
Is it the preserved self waiting to be lost
Or is it the pain, passion embossed…
It is an addiction, and you give in
To the saint in the mistress that lies within…
You register a feeling, you cannot explain
It feels like music, a dance in the rain
It is an assurance, that you belong
To the eyes that want you, for whom you long
There are no rules, you have no say
But you eventually find it, at the end of the day…
Love actually…never dies
It is the thing that keeps you alive…
I cannot comprehend it
Is it the preserved self waiting to be lost
Or is it the pain, passion embossed…
It is an addiction, and you give in
To the saint in the mistress that lies within…
You register a feeling, you cannot explain
It feels like music, a dance in the rain
It is an assurance, that you belong
To the eyes that want you, for whom you long
There are no rules, you have no say
But you eventually find it, at the end of the day…
Love actually…never dies
It is the thing that keeps you alive…
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