: For ?

by CH

May 10, 2016

The truth to be told,

behold,

is,

I'd love you until I was old.

Wish my heart was damn cold,

but my heart is too bold,

to love,

you any less than tenfold.

No sway in its firm hold,

I fit into you like you are my mold,

to you and just you,

I'm sold.

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