Millions in my mind, Never do I find...
A lover better then you, says my mind.
I love you, And I love you more each day...
The gravity of your love, these words doesn't lay.
The beauty of your love, and your heart.
The strength of our love, in vigilance, will never let us part.
"Love is futile, an otiose effort", All they say...
...But its a bloom for me, never a slay...
...May remain its heyday, is all I pray...
I wonder, how can I find...
A love as beautiful as this, A love of this kind.
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