A Love Story It start with a glance That turns to a stare Then come the dreams Of her soft brown hair The touch of her hand As you pass in the hall The flicker of a smile As you trip and fall You're in to deep now Wading in love 'Can I have your number?' My sweet petal dove Your friendship it grows With each passing text It's time for your move Have no regrets
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