Uncertain Love
Living the uncertainty of not knowing
What's the shape of your glass-blowing.
Living with your beauty
Is like playing tutti fruty.
I'm loving you this much,
But you just want a touch.
I'm trying to please,
But my heart you love to squeeze.
Living the uncertainty of you
Is like crossing blindly the avenue.
Living with your beautiful smile
Is being happy once in a while.
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