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Apr 2016
First ripples then waves
  that wash away sand;
The way that my loves grown,
   since taking your hand!

It started so simple,
   t'was only a kiss;
Yet broke free when I fell,
   and turned into this!

It's more than true love,
   yes, far more than that;
It's more like a mountain
   that started out flat!

It formed from a small thing,
   a soft spoken word;
With just an "I love you",
   but somehow absurd!

T'was nothing real massive,
   yet felt just so right;
When I fell in love
   with you at first sight!
Kenny Whiting
Written by
Kenny Whiting  Battle Creek, Mi
(Battle Creek, Mi)   
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