Love

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You can't remember,

It was last November,

When it all came together.

I noticed the the way,

My smile made your day.

From there is all a blur,

Now her voice stirs  with a slur,

I no longer know her.

Cute but uncertain,

Something one cannot contain.

She's lovely like a rose,

But all who dare oppose,

Are mad that it's not them I chose.

She love's her books,

Concerned about her looks, 

I can't truly overlook.

We love each other,

More than any other,

I'd stop but why bother?

When I look into her eyes, 

I get caught by surprise.

The effort she can submit,

Sends my heart over the limit,

I love her in ways that no one can forget it.



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