Don't ever question,
      my heart; that beats only for you.
You write about heartbreak, always dejected,
    each word, each stanza, each tear, on tattered paper.

Just know,
    I can't erase love; for grief is human desire.
Nonetheless,
  I will pick you off the ground,
     and say "I love you"

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𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽, 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮.
   𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭,
     𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯.