The word mine, possessive, yet beautiful
Hearing it come from you, my sweet
Makes millions of butterflies beat against my heart
And blush spread across my cheek
All from you calling me mine
I forget how to speak
Forget how to sleep
Forget all I once was
From one simple word
One simple phrase, that changes everything
Makes the butterflies inside me wake
All from you calling me mine.
The sweetest of words, possessive, yet so beautiful
All because of you
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