My love over time
As time passes by I see the face of an angel
Blissful joy and a smile as exotic as the bengal,
Sprouting from the darkkness you help me to see
Love is more than a word but an emotion the heart uses to feed,
Most do not believe or they just fail to realize
over time there love will grow and noothing more will suffice.
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