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Here I am now,
thinking of you again.
I cannot get your pure,
gentle face out of my mind.
And
the warm, gentle touch
of your soft, steady hand.
To tell you of my love for you,
Im still not sure to say,
For if I was to tell you,
your love might be different, some-way.
Yet my love for you,
is tried and
true.
Your love is sweet,
like the nectar of a new spring bloom,
Your sweet and caring soul,
is always
there for me.
No matter how bad I treat you,
or whatever wrongs I say.
Even though I do not mean to,
or
to hurt you in anyway.
I lust to just sit and stare, all day and night,
just to watch your face smile and sleep.
For if I were an angel,
Id keep you forever with me, in my arms, in flight.
This soul of Your is innocent
and pure.
Your life is so dear to me, to you I assure.
I wish I could show you,
I wish you could see,
The way I love you,
and how I yearn for you to love me.
The way you look does not matter,
I love your person
even better.
For if you were the opposite,
Id love you anyway, it doesnt matter.
Even to a stranger.
Yours
face does show your kindness,
If only I could show you,
that my love for you isnt mindless.
I would lay my life
down for you,
without a second thought.
But I do not know if you curse me,
when we sometimes fight.
Yet
my love for you,
still burns so bright.
I could not describe it to you,
my love.
Yet, I know not of your
feelings or cares,
nothing of your heart.
But one object I couldnt stand for,
is for you and I, to be apart.
Yet, to this I must confess,
my love to you is true.
For if your were to die before me,
Id die next,
I could not live without you.
I cherish the days I share with you,
Even though I must drive you insane.
But
when you do hurt,
I admit, I do share you pain.
Tis true, my love,
Your soul is full and free,
Give me your
love, my beloved,
Your hope, dreams, and life.
Trust me, beloved,
I will love thee to the end.
Please, my
sweetheart,
tell me that you love me, you care.
Tell me so that I may love
you more, and openly.
Your hands
touch,
so soft and gentle.
I pray, one day,
I may be held in them, and mine around you.
For I would give
the world away,
to have you near me, my love, someday.
If I could freeze just one,
small moment, my beloved.
May it be the moment,
mine lips touch yours.
My hope, one day,
is to show you my love to thee.
But
even greater joy,
is to see your love shown to me.
Your love is so precious to me,
I would rather die than give
your love away.
But death shall come to me still,
if I lose your love or if taken back by thee.
I must tell you one particular item,
that I possess,
This heart of mine I own,
thinks of you as a bless.
Remember
this for me though,
If I die before I denounce my love for thee.
You know who you are,
remember, my beloved,
of my love, and me.
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