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Mar 2015
As she and I walked
closely holding hands,
many glared at us.
In their eyes,
all they saw was a
beautiful matured woman
with a boy.
But what they didn't know
was that I made her
absolutely happy.
I saw many beauties in her
that others before me
were blinded to.
That I was madly
and
irrevocably in love
with her,
and she with I.
It did not matter what
anyone thought about us.
What only mattered was
that she was mine
and I was hers.
Jaee Derbéssy
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Jaee Derbéssy  nowhere, yet everywhere.
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