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True Love


I honestly seek

And strongly desire

A man whose love

Will  help me rise higher.

 

It is my eighteenth year

No sign of him yet.

I start to grow fear

He will not appear.

 

True love is gain

Yet where is mine?

So far all pain,

Nothing is fine.

 

I'll not rest until

Mr. Right has come for me.

Him I value most

Above everything else in me.

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