When I think of the Days, the Nights,
All the times, that I looked into your eyes,
I remember that they were always warm and full of love.
How I used to think we had something they never heard of!
The days would pass, all I could think of was your mouth..so sweet..so warm..
You always called it "The Eye of the Storm"
But all that mattered to me was kissing you,
It didn't matter that we got in fights,
Because together we always seen things through,
And to this day, I wonder at out GoodByes.
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