Millions describe lust.
Endless poems of promises
And those that speak of trust.
But!
Not one of them is ours.
What right have we to choose?
I would write our poem
With infinite "I love you's."
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| There are a thousand poems of love. Millions describe lust. Endless poems of promises And those that speak of trust. But! Not one of them is ours. What right have we to choose? I would write our poem With infinite "I love you's." |
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