Sunday, March 05, 2006

I met a lady quite dear
I wanted to draw her near
To love her was a fear

As I became her friend
I could only see one end
Love was not to pretend

I knew when love came
It wound not be a game.
feelings would to remain

looking into her heart deep
only seeing victory no defeat
I will go on with no retreat

When hearing her say, I love you
Everything in my power I will do
to make her happy through and through

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