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Romance
April 7, 2015
I’ve never been known as a writer,
But being human I am a lover.
Speaking of writing
It reminds me of the English class we had together.
Who knew that we would be forever.
I told myself I would be worth your attention,
But the fear I forgot to mention.
Together we slowly grew
And the fear was broken through.
Now years later, same as the first day,
I adore the way,
The way that you do the simplest of things.
Even when you do not recognize.
The way you look into my eyes,
The way you laugh and smile.
Everything you do makes me think for a while.
How lucky I am.
© Anonymous
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