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Its Just true


Love at first sight is what you saw in me I did not speak or give one single sign Satisfied with me, you let me just be Just with my presence you thought me divine Months ran by and yet the start is not marked But faith had no patience and worked its charm Our first greet magical, equal to art All that I wanted and offered no harm With Ominous thoughts, I was scared to cry Your warm heart that guided me secure Was committed to love until I die With your lovable face, so fresh and pure And so it's funny how faith always works And all that we had to do was just look
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