Her Love
She loved you,
Couldn't you see?
From left to right,
Her heart was set on you.
I write in awe,
But thankful I am.
You were what once filled her heart,
But now I am what love means to her.
She now comes to me,
I love her much more than how much you could have ever tried to love her.
I knew the love she once had for you.
I was in the mix left wiping her tears,
Molding her heart and picking her up.
I lie next to her now,
Holding her close,
I will never stop loving her.
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