Table Tango

Love wraps itself into your heart, starting from nothing, it grows - bigger each day.
A thread, a thought, a want, a need, so love grows.
The smile, the touch, a test of time.

If I loved you less, I would never care where you were or how you were.
This way I wish for your happiness.
This way I pray for your dreams to come true.
This way I know I can live without you.
This way I know I don’t want to.
So love grows.

I loved you before I met you.
I love you now.
I love you forever.
So love grows.

And that is how love goes.

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