I know all the times I've said "I love you". How many times I meant it were few. All my words show mixed feelings. So how can I show that to thee I am true? I won't say you're perfect for perfection brings chaos but you're the only one for me. I won't say you're the moon, but only you express her beuaty. I can't make you trust my words, I've said them so many times before. Before I knew you, my feelings, myself, before you showed me how to soar. The light of you blinds me and fills me up with an emotion only you can give. Your scent, so sweet, can awaken me from the precipice and let me know I'm alive. To feel you, your hands upon me, your skin so smooth beneath my fingertips; a sensation surpassed only when my lips meet your lips. Your voice like a choir of angels, drowns out all other sound so only you can I hear. There's no extent to the happiness I recieve when you're near. If it happened before, I remember not when, I can see myself with you in the end. My life's going well, what a glorious change. I am thankful for it but boy I feel strange. Well this is different, a poem that rhymes. So now what to talk about? I know, Mimes! So that's the little stupid thing, I wrote just for us two. It doesn't mean that much, but know that....I Love You.
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