Many poems have been written,
Many more have yet to see the light of day.
It's by your charm and grace I've been smitten,
More so now than I've ever yet to say.
Though the past have left its scars on us,
Let's leave it out of our verse.
And when I see your face,
I know I've found my place.
You can't fully trust,
And I wish to make us last.
We each have our blades of rust
But let's keep them in the past.
If I had a thousand songs to sing,
They'd be all about you and the joy you bring.
When you're not with me, it's harder to sing along
And it's harder for me to move on...
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