I love you.

Yes, You. 

 

It's definite and its finite. 

It's something that envelops you wholly.

It caresses every dent in your armor.

It fills you to your brim and it over flows at times.

 

I love you.

 

I love how honest you can be.

I love the way you lie to me.

I've loved you through your sorrow.

and my love you can always borrow.

 

Do you love me?

 

With all of your heart?

With your earnest brow?

With your wandering eyes?

With your perched lips?

 

Love.

 

I am always here.

I am sometimes wrong.

I am kind.

I am always strong.

 

I love you.

 

 

 

 

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