Falling, like a gentle rain on a summers evening
Deeply, where few have gone before
Madly, with abandon and no thought of tomorrow
Utterly, consumed and overawed by the magic
Totally, overcome and hopelessly lost
In Love, as if tomorrow may never come.
With you, I want to grow old unlike our love.
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