When you love the songs a little more,
When you can’t help but adore.
When the sky is a little more blue,
When you look at them anew.
When everything reminds you of them
When without them, you feel glum.
When you wait for the phone to ring,
When you’re alone, you start to sing.
When in your mind they play the violins,
This is how it begins.
I am no expert,
But this might be love.
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