True Love
True love - the counter part to my heart, the counter part to my soul.
It knows no limit and is confined within no bounds.
Can't be tied down - can't predict it.
The heart wants what it wants.
It burns platinum bright and slimmer down to golden embers, from coals to ashes - lost but not forgotten - The Heart Remembers.
It knows no limit and is confined within no bounds.
Can't be tied down - can't predict it.
The heart wants what it wants.
It burns platinum bright and slimmer down to golden embers, from coals to ashes - lost but not forgotten - The Heart Remembers.
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