DEAR Lover, EACH day for your existence I pray. ANOTHER day has approached and yet my love still lingers, encroached. RELISHING thoughts of how it can be, both you and I listening to Teena Marie LOVING you will be my essence, till our dying days of convalescence OVER and over again, I wait for you, then the tears fall like rain VALENTINE images of your eyes gazing into mine, knowing in your arms, I will be fine EACH time I close my eyes, and you’re not here, another piece of my soul cries REALITY undisguised, never may I see you, since love has been my demise.
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