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My Love


My Love

To the one who stole my heart,

I can recall the curve of your smile of fine art,

A new beginning of true love is about to start,

To where we can't stand being apart,

 

Your gentle stare and loving smile is what I'll miss,

Even when we're troubled by my sis,

Your warm-lasting hugs would fill me up with bliss,

As I would admire your lips moving in for a long kiss,

 

There's always a place where we can run,

Together holding hands running to the sun,

We can make up our own kind of fun,

To where our worries will be done,

 

Just remembering that first day we we'd meet,

Your charisma swept me off my feet,

As my heart finally began to beat,

The sound of your voice makes everything so sweet,

 

With you there's so much to explore,

But very little time to be adored,

Eventhough we've been pushed around with no remorse,

That never stopped me from wanting you more,

 

Together we make a perfect team,

Eventhough we're just a bunch of young teens,

We make family as our theme,

Even when others think of it extreme,

 

As I begin to see you everyday,

I never want to imagine you going away,

Just you smiling lightens up my day,

But seeing you with someone else is what I'm afraid,

 

Being without you is my deepest fear,

To the point where I begin to tear,

I miss you so much my dear,

That I can't wait to whisper those words in your ear,

 

The way you do your hand stand.

I knew you could use a helping hand,

Knowing at that moment you're not a fan,

It was just so adorable the way you land,

 

I await the time you'd give me a chance,

A chance to be with when we can slow dance,

So close till I get lost in your glance,

To where I fall in a deep trance,

And to never escape this everlasting romance.

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