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| From you, the love I seek, Promises to be everything but meek. Your love I deem to be so refined, Is as though I were to take a sip of wine. Like a rose without thorns, It seems you were granted perfection when you were born. I would walk miles just for you, How I dote on thee; indeed I do. One as beautiful as you probably hears of this day and night, Maybe having to have to hear it again is a fright. Yet, for the first time in my entire life, I feel you should know of my strife. How happy I was to hear your reply... What you had said though... brought tears to my eyes. |
| Love and Perfection |
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