When I saw you...
I was afraid to talk to you...
When I talked to you...
I was afraid to hold you...
When I hold you...
I was afraid to Love you...
Now that I Love you...
I'm afraid to lose you...
Yesterday is history...
Tomorrow is a mystery...
And today is a gift...
That's why it's called the present...
Sometimes Love hurts...
But if it doesn't hurt...
Then it isn't Love...
Hold on to the person you Love...
Before they slip away...
Or else you can never get them back...
I was born when you kissed me...
And I died when you left me...
But I lived for the times you Loved me...
Until there was you, I cried myself to sleep...
While I had you, I fell asleep with a gentle smile on my face...
Before I lost you, I worried my self to sleep...
Now that I know that you're gone, I sit up at night, waiting for you to come back...
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