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 Aug 2019 Menna grace
Aman
The moments we share....
To show we care....
Come with a price....
So much at stake....
So less to take.....
But the golden time....
Is worth the bait.....
To reach the state....
To open that gate.....
With all your memories.....
Some happy some sad....
Some good some bad.....
With the ultimate prize.....
As ur laughter......
Bundled in with ur cuteness....
It feels like heaven....
If that is given....
I will try and try.....
Even If it makes me
Cry and cry......
Because the bar is risen....
A gold is given....
Which is ur smile....
And it feels.....
The infinite wait.....
Was worth......
Even if it was.....
For a while......
Love, wait, moments
i've only;

one tongue
one heart
one ear
one eye
one hand
for love.

infatuation is not love.

it's a crutch for lust.

mi amor,
my love for you will never rust.

you are one.

i'll let the others have the many and ill trust.

you mi amor,
are second to none.

i'm yours until i indeed,
turn to dust.

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