For d fear of not getting you tomorrow..
I am hear as a hopeless but pure amateur poet..
I come to you O my love...
To praise you to my hearts content..
A moment of yours...
A glimpse of your heart..
A smile on your face..
Makes every day of mine so worth living..
All I am today..
Is a person who misses..
The warmth of your warm embrace...
The embrace which had no hesitation..
No second thoughts..
I am hear as a hopeless but pure amateur poet..
I come to you O my love...
To praise you to my hearts content..
A moment of yours...
A glimpse of your heart..
A smile on your face..
Makes every day of mine so worth living..
All I am today..
Is a person who misses..
The warmth of your warm embrace...
The embrace which had no hesitation..
No second thoughts..
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