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Feb 2021
I love you for what you are,
I love you for what you’re not.
What I thought used to be love,
Has simply become an afterthought.
Perfection on a whole new level,
I can’t get enough of you,
Our souls intertwine sharing energy,
Blurring the lines between anything else within view.
We have created a new language of love,
Spoken only by two,
Felt by none,
We are the few.
Walk with me hand in hand,
Destination unknown,
Toes buried in the sand.
Light of my life,
Sunshine through the clouds,
I dream for the day I call you “ my wife”.
Written by
Paul Hobson  37/M/Virginia
(37/M/Virginia)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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