What Love Does to Me

I hate sleeping in a different bed than you,
It's something I don't want to get used to.
You make me feel sick to my stomach.
Being surrounded in your warm arms feels like home to me.
I'm so happy that I could burst through the four walls
That cage me in.
Living without you is living with a sin.
Let's lay in bed all day,
Just you and me;
Our hearts have never felt so on key.
Every smile I share for the world to see
Is because of what you do for me.

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