In the moment this began, it was you on my mind.
Let me tell you the reasons, to you my heart finds.
Only in this poem, will you know of what I really feel.
Vanity is my enemy, when it comes and becomes real.
Each moment I remember, and each second I count.
You’re my love and my ember, no other I would scout.
Our only tears come, when we’re both not by each side.
Understand why I cry, I Love You, till the day I die.
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