Eventhough at loss for words and bewildered my heart only calls for you
When I cook for you I get so excited that I whistle
Eventhough I cut my finger my heart is joyous thinking about you smiling brightly
My heart listens to you
From head to toe
Eventhough my friends tease me
My heart hears only you
One, two, three you are smiling
You take my breath away
Everyday I collect your smile to cook a dish called love
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