The feeling exists, I never knew genuine joy; before I met you, lights dimly lit the dark room of my soul, but flickered on and off in patches of glittering doom. Now the smile spreads,there is a void, filling -- for a while. Grinning, I close my eyes and feel breeze on my face -- sighs escape my throat, glowing passion will rise in my heart, beating -- the joy I feel is never-fleeting; I see you with both eyes, a swelling sun growing not in size, but in realizing comfort is the ultimate prize. Joy feels too good to be real -- It's every tiny aspect of you I feel.
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But, oh, what a beautiful thing when you sing Hear all them bells ringing out in the street Hammer strikes the metal and it makes me believe 'Cause if I don't believe in love Then I don't believe in you And I do ~Ryan Adams
But, oh, what a beautiful thing when you sing Hear all them bells ringing out in the street Hammer strikes the metal and it makes me believe 'Cause if I don't believe in love Then I don't believe in you And I do ~Ryan Adams