Thegirlwhowrites

My love


To you my love,
I give


Our future love
I crave


You my love,
I’ll never enslave


For that I strive
you give


For you I won't lie
no fib


Love, nothing more than a
Lingering promise spoken.
A thoughtless toss,
Of an affectionate token.


Love is like a pine tree...
Once its roots take hold...
So will our hearts.



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