He makes me chill with just a song
He makes me cheer all day long
So easy for him to speak through lyrics
So easy for me to enjoy his playlist

When he takes time answering
I guess another melting text is coming
He’s such of a man, my sweet bastard
That’s probably why he owns my heart.

He doesn’t need to be boastful
He doesn’t need to pretend
He just has to be himself
He just has to use his hands

Whatever he’s doing, he does it with passion
Wherever he’s living, I’d have to cross oceans
He’s the one whose face I’ve never met
But the ONE for whom I’d ever wait

For we’re dating with our hearts
We’re expressing through our arts
We’ve got so much in common, I’m fixed
Never will I intend to leave this HEARTist.

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