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Sep 2016
My love has lost her way, I have been blind to her pain.
My promise to keep her happy and safe slowly  changed!
In the first days of our new love I had yet to change.
I was still the young man she saw as mysterious and brave.
I didn't try to make her smile, when our eyes meet her face brightened naturally.
This girl was not one to spend many days happily, but I brought clarity to her life.
I was her armor, the razor sharp blade that protected her frugal life.
We needed no words to make official our love, it was seen in our eyes and felt in every hug.
As time passed by i became blind to what she needed in life.
I tried my hardest to ask and gave gifts to show my love.
And she drifted further from my arms, quietly suffering, waiting for me to understand.
She needs no gifts to live happily with the her truest love.
My eyes should open and see what her hearts wish.
Without a word or question I should do as she silently asks.
But the blinds closed slowly day by day.
I've hurt the only love I've ever known in my life and to realize such brings a pain worse than a piercing knife to the chest.
I love her to death and strongly regret my blind eye.
I miss what it was like in our first few nights.
Our unspoken affection visible in the darkest night.
The simple touch of our hands made sparks fly.
So I apologize, for I was for a long time blind.
But as I gaze Apon my love is see again why I never asked but deep inside knew she was forever mine.
I stand as your blanket of warmth and shield against war.
I am tattered and worn but I yearn to see again where my first love began.

I love you my best friend till the end, my first and only love forever through everything,my monkey I sit and watch swing from trees gracefully. And my partner in crime till the end of time you one **** dime even when the police is giving you a ride
dennis drain
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dennis drain  Bellevue idaho
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