I turn off the lights
And open up
To see light over there…
You come to me
And poke
With every sense not mere..
It is the feeling that drives me crazy
To make me do no matter what
And when the other will come
I shall run away…..
They ask me all along the reason
I still mention the feeling..
Alone I sit up and wonder
Is it the love that finds the way?

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