Inamorata:beat Of The Heart

Inamorata:beat Of The Heart ode

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Lost under the spell you cast on me,
Torment me with what was never meant to be,
Don’t you see what I see
It’s just that you love me.
You’re beautiful,you’re mind is pure
To a disease named love you’re the only cure.
My love is crazy and I’m nuts
Read through me and there are no ifs and buts
Though I’ll have to walk a million miles,
I’ll still get something to make you smile
The smile that can hide a million lies
With you not afar are the stars and the skies
Lost under the spell
I’m like a demon can your heart be the hell?
For me to live in,
Guess all I need is someone to believe in
Thought might I have committed many a sin
I’ll still redeem myself at the shrine of your beauty
Loving you will forever be my sole duty
The beauty that glistens and the smile that beams
Yes, you are the woman of my dreams
Well they say that dreams come true
Will I ever be with you.

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