What is this feeling.
I float to the ceiling.
I walk above the ground.
When i think of her name.
And when i hear it the feeling is the same.
In my life shes the meaning of fame.
I never thought id get the chance.
Till she asked me to the floor to dance.
Now i worship the ground on which she walks.
I strive to please her every need.
Because her eyes are like seeds of love and i am the fertile ground.
 
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