When I try to describe how I feel when you touch me, I get butterflies. Like the scent of a rose or the sound of the rain, it's too precious and too wonderful to give it a name. It's on the tip of my tongue, but my lips are still sealed and can't seem to say a word. At the end of the day I'm all teary-eyed when we say goodbye and there's nothing I can do. Must be a million times I've tried to express this love of mine, but when it goes this deep, when it tastes this sweet, it's not easy to define. It's... too beautiful for words... like you.
Patrício (11º D)
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