Waiting

I've never been so worried or sad,

or angry or anxious or mad,

than when I first knew I loved you.

 

I had been hurt a lot before,

physically, verbally, maybe a little more,

and I didn't want you to be the same.

 

The look in your eyes,

it was such a lovely surprise,

I could feel that you loved me, too.

 

Now, here we are,

oh, how we've come so far,

I love you, forever and always, more every day.

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