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O.C. Bearheart

I Want to See You More

I got in the car and wiped off
The frost from my mirror.
The More I See You was playing.
In that moment of hazily connecting
You to the song,
I went to my gps to type in your address
And absentmindedly headed for home.
In his love-sickness,
The singer became more desperate,
And so, too, did the song spring to life.
Just as I sighed,
He sang about sighing.
Just as he refused to let his love go,
So, too, did I make up my mind.

#love, #romance, #vintage

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