To be with you,
Let me be the me
you met;
Change not who I
am for someone new,
Lest we both be
filled with regret.
Leave judgment to others
And love me for me;
Then when we’re lazing
around on Sundays,
I’ll make soft
scrambled eggs with brie.
Show me the world
As it was meant to
be;
For how beautiful
it truly is
When you’re with
me.
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