sábado, 26 de enero de 2013

I know you've never loved 
The crinkles by your eyes when you smile 
You've never loved 
Your stomach or your thighs 
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine 
But I'll love them endlessly

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth 
But if I do, 
It's you, oh it's you, 
They add up to 
I'm in love with you, 
And all these little things

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