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Jan 2016
To be honest.
I'm scared.
I'm scared of giving every ounce I got.
I'm scared that my happiness would blow up on my face and turn into despair.
I'm scared that this new love will only be for the moment and not for an eternity.
I'm scared that I would be lied to when I've done and gave nothing but the truth.
But on the other hand.
You make my heart whole just by hearing your voice.
You make me smile just by looking into your gentle smile.
You make my heart skip a beat when you be your adorable self.
And in truth.
You make me want to believe in this magic that we call love.
I never been a believer till you casted a spell on me.
And now?
All I can truly say is I let you in restricted grounds
The center of my weakness.
The very emotion that goes through my veins.
I want you.
Your the cure to my disease.
I just hope and pray that you let me in long enough to be part of you like you have to me
Juan Manuel Romero
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Juan Manuel Romero  Plano
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