[Poem]: To be loved.

I remember the first time you told me you loved me. 

My heart melted & I felt compelled toward you. 

My love for you then started to bloom. 

It grew intensely, no matter how many thorns you had. 

These feelings haven’t ceased; I’m sure they never will. 

The promise I did make, can never break.

Deep down, do you still feel the same? 

Mean all the words you say?

You are my world, a prince in my eyes & mind. 

Please baby, don’t pass by.

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