When I am about to leave..I notice a slight strain in your eyes...
that's enough for me to know... you love me
Busy with life, we meet after some time...and there's concern in you voice...
and I know once again... you love me
when I am worrying and down...I feel the warmth of your arms
cajoling my bossom and
in joy my heart knows... you love me
while you're troubled and sad...and still put up a smile..
not to dampen mine..
I have a choke in my throat
and know for sure... you love me
All these times I've written
you love me... you love me...
but my heart really screams out
I love you... I love you...
Every moment I live
I feel more than I am
your sweet frangrance a part of me...
and the sound of your name surrounds me...
I am at your feet.. at every whim or wish...
care for me... or brush me aside..
heal my wounds... or scar me for life...
But, as a mere mortal, I must admit,
my love for you dear, is glad to hear...
you love me... you love me... you love me...
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