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Nov 1
How much i wish he knew...
How quickly my feelings grew,
How sure i am they are true.

How when I feel stressed,
for his support I feel blest,
as he puts my worries to rest.

How when I look in his eyes,
all else seems to subside,
to warmth and comfort that arise.

How I so often think of him and smile,
wishing he knew of these feelings I've had for awhile.
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