I felt like it was over,
I thought that I was done.
Love had become so painful,
I’d given up on meeting anyone.
It happened in an instant,
a joke, a crush, a drink.
Swept up in your warm embrace,
with barely any time to think.
Still feels too good to be true,
how lucky can one girl be?
To find a love that is so genuine,
with someone who feels the same about me.
So pour yourself a whisky,
let’s enjoy a lovely dram.
As I say thank you to you,
for loving who I really fucking am.
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