P: Counting The Years

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Year one challenge done

Year two amused eyes

Year three gasp the ring

Year four where are we

Year five have we taken our vows

Year six I don’t know how

Year seven I’ll hold you closer than ever before

Because year eight is not a year to morn

Year nine I hate because o the number

But year ten deeper in my hear and closer the more years that pass

More years means that I love you

Years that I spent and don’t regret

Years that say your worth my time

May they double

Triple

And shoot

I’ll love you even after then. 

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