Billions of people in the world you can think about,
But your thoughts are always directed one way,
In loneliness you have too many things to tell, but
When she's around, there is hardly a thing you could say.
A glance is enough to make an ordinary day special,
And a wonderful day ruined if you don't get to see.
You are the master of your heart no more,
And your happyness now someone else's mercy.
O those eyes, those hairs, those glance, those gait,
You've seen all them before, but now it seems hard to forget.
The whole world aside, no one else that much you cared,
You ain't in luff? You must be wondering, Luff is weird.
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