How little you know of me,
How little I know of you,
Yet something inside of me,
Makes me feel as if I do.

I'll blame it on the romance,
That burns deep in my soul,
That unrealistic feeling,
That won't keep my heart whole.

Love is like a fire,
Never fully under control,
We think we may own it,
Until the damage takes its toll.

But for now I'll keep pretending,
That fairy tales do come true,
And not think about the future,
The time when I'll lose you.

By: Malinda

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