There is no name for it. It’s true!
I’ve struggled not to let it show,
This thing…This thing I feel for you.

For me this is something quite new.
Only for you this ‘need-to-know’.
There is no name for it. It’s true.

Each day, each night I dream of you,
And more and more I let it grow,
This thing…This thing I feel for you;

A roller coaster, through and through
From highest high to lowest low,
There is no name for it. It’s true.

Each chance I get I think of you
But more and more it hurts me so,
This thing…This thing I feel for you.

And although you never quite knew,
I’ve got this ache that just won’t go.
There is no name for it, it’s true,
For this...This thing I feel for you!


11/13/2005
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Ronberge (anno secundo)

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