Reality
Because I love you,
I will hold your hand until the end of the storm
I will stand by you through thick and thin
And though my jokes are not funny at all,
I will cherish the moments when I make you grin
Because I love you,
It pains me to see you being mistreated
Even by the ones that you call your own
Your mother, your father, and even Aunt Clara,
abandoned you when you asked for one - just one- loan
Because I love you,
I never lay a violent hand on you
I would not dare to oppress your creative mind
which flows with selfless ideas of refining the world
Only your warm heart could be so kind
You are my better half.
I love you.
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