Love
I know I'd never be perfect for you
but there's a person inside of me
That is down for you
I love to hear you speak
and your smell I miss
Your beautiful eyes I love staring
Shall I compare thee to a summers day
and sometimes I wonder who owned this precious flower
Bewrays my love;with broken words half spoken
Let this suffice ; the world yet may see
For I love times when saying
I love you!
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