It's simply called...

A word as old as Adam & Eve
A word not limited to a novel long definition
Given life not by the book but the one who speaks it
It creates and at the same time destroys
It's love my dear ladies and gentlemen

I know you're thinking of her/him right now
While you listen to the tranquil and sentimental tunes
While you lay down at your bed and stare at the ceiling
It's like you have your own world inside that cranium of yours
Where the only people is the two of you

You can't help but wonder on what they're thinking of
Is it you occupying the current moment in his/her brain?
Do they find you as just the rest or as the one
Endless thoughts ramble as you roll with impatience
Until the sandman finally ends your torture of the night

I know you want to come out clean
and lodge everything inside that chest of yours out into a single phrase
But you can't for there is something stopping you
An invisible restraint that limits you from doing what you must
Everyone's been there but we all get pass it eventually
And now you wonder when will the word "eventually" come

Days, weeks, months, years
They grip unto you like some kind of force
It whispers to you that what you desire is achieved only in dreams
But you'll fight it
You'll fight with everything you got inside that will of yours
To tell that person those never old three words of wonder

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