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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