Love is a window to your heart,
A trophy for the world to see,
But very rarely do you see,
Someone taking home that trophy,
Every now and then,
Someone plays the game,
And someone wins,
And your heart is theirs entirely,
You don't know it yet,
But you played my game,
And you took that trophy home a long time ago,
My heart is yours entirely
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