Because I love You
In a coffee shop.
there he stands.
all I want is to hold his hand.
we talk, laugh and have a great time.
not noticing how much time flies.
1 month later I'm at his place.
I have bruses on my face.
I love him.
I ask him, why do you do this to me..
he responds..
because I love you.
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