I've never known what love is, not how I know it now. Can't do this feeling justice; not with words, anyhow. My heart is a balloon let go at the county fair. Rising higher than the sun at noon, flying free without a care. But will it last forever? Will I always feel so light? Soft and cozy like a feather, it keeps me warm throughout the night. Still, I know that you don't love me, and I've never felt so free.
This one has me thinking that maybe I should try and write a book of sonnets! Happy Sunday!
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