This Thing Called Love

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Dear Mandy, you might be alone and cold,

but you’ll never be lonely

You could be thousand miles away from home,

but you’re never forgotten

When Harmattan comes and strong winds blow,

your thoughts would be a warm cotton

When the scorching sun dries every hope;

for you, I’ll stand and fight boldly.

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When the wet clouds shed tears, hail, and snow,

I’ll find strong shelter in your eyes

When you scream for help, and no one’s close,

I’m your knight in shining armor

When you jump high and land in a hole,

I’ll be the waterfall’s clamour

When you feel human without a soul,

I’ll be right there by your side.

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In your presence, there’s nothing to know;

Each moment recreates a new world

Lying with you under the mistletoe,

Flying high on an angel’s wings,

Are sweet memories I cherish and hold

They remind me of the joy you bring

This thing called love is a blind oath;

A mystery only fools can solve.


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