predict.

It was maybe another crush
or another handsome face I saw on street

It might be another eyes meeting at the coffee shop
or just a little passing by on the elevator

Then it might come to a heart beating so fast
or maybe a butterfly flying, tingling beneath

Maybe those leads to another pinkish feelings
or ought to be an unreasonable excitement

All those things of future and  pre-caution
says only one simple ingredient

Love is not to predict
you can feel love anytime, anywhere.
who knows now? (:

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