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The value of love

The world is full of wonder 

The world is full of magic and mystery 

As quick as we make a lasting impression on the world 

We forget a transformative piece of our history. 

The world is full of wonder and magic

But our senses are yet to be sharp enough to see 

With us designing value on wonder and magic 

When the wonder and magic of life should really come for free. 

The world is not full of you's 

The world is not full of me's  

Yet the only version of you and the only version of me found one another 

Took me back to the price-tag we placed on earth and the unnecessary fees. 

We try to calculate the value for everything 

For all the wonders and all the magic right under our eyes 

and if we can, we will most certainly add a price 

and it's the notion of me and you that makes me feel so wise. 

The world may be full of price-tags  

But yet there is no calculation for the price of love 

And if there was there would be an infinite amount of calculations and numbers 

But yet an infinite amount of numbers and letters would never be enough. 

The world is full of magic moments 

Moments which last for a minute but can live on forever 

And no amount of numbers or letters or sentences 

Could calculate the total of magic moments we have spent together 

Even one touch from your skin, engraves a feeling on my skin that's lasted forever. 

The world is full of wonders 

Wonders are the quick snapshots of the bigger picture 

The moment you overdose on the ecstasy of life 

I met you and captured the snapshot of ecstasy in a mixture 

You became my ecstatic bigger picture. 

I could pay a fee for the photography of you and me 

And no doubt I would like exactly what I see 

But no photography could capture how naked together we have been 

And no value could play back our memories 

And we don't need to play them back 

Because our hearts beat the rhythm of our love to keep us on track. 

The world is full of wonder and mystery 

And I am going to spend a lifetime figuring out a mystery of my own 

Understanding and learning you eternally and consistently 

I didn't have to pay a single penny for my home, 

You became my home, you all on your own. 

The value of love isn't scientific 

But it can only be described 

The value of love is zero 

A thing which is zero doesn't really exist 

My hero, you have shown me that the value of your love is unlimited

Since you, all limits have faded into the mist 

I couldn't even put a price

On receiving from you a single kiss.