call it love
call it grief
you can call it anything
but I still can't believe
you think it's real
make a scene it's obscene
every time
you're slowly slowly slowly losing your mind
& you think it's real
give me love
like a breeze
I want love
but not the kind
that's needy
& clings conditionally
let it grow
like a flower
unborn
every hour
every day
you are with me
love gives wings to soar so high
puts an end to your desire
people tell you love is blind
but I tell you love has eyes
be a drunk
drunk with life
like the wind
slowly slowly
blowing away
time out of mind
give me love
for free
give me love
that guarantees
no routine
& no boundaries
Artist: Will Smith
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