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Proclaim

The thought of you excites me,

Breaking my thought trains,

The happiness you give me

Tugs and pulls at my heart strings.

I love you

More than I thought could be

Or at the very least

More than I thought could come from me.

You are my everything,

My all, my lifespring,

My beginning and my ending,

With every fiber of my being,

I love you.

If I were to lose you for any reason,

Or fault of my own, or just the season,

The mark you left when you eased in,

The love and morality in to my reason

Will stay with me for the rest of my life

During pain or happiness it will be my light,

My guide to who I should and want to fight

To be.  

If I lose you and you lose me.  

I will love you forever, eternally.



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