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Mar 2014
Dear Sam.

I aspire for assurance and linger for Love.
I misuse mistakes and inherit insecurities.
I keep trust temperamental and worries wistful.

Sometimes I’m not capable of being best.
And in ratio to my gentleman like conduct I feel as though I come off condescending.

I’m not happy about my heritage.
I sure in the hell am not proud of my pollutants.

But I ask you to view my soul sparingly.
And listen to my voice vicariously.

I have your best interest in mind.
I seek out to heal your beautiful heart.
I want to live all my days deciphering this poem I’ve been reciting daily ever since we met.

Until then, all I can assure you is that my Love runs deeper than any body of water.
All I can say is that I plan on holding you for many lifetimes to come.
All I can say is that I Love you, more than I could ever pronounce.

**I can’t give you the world my dear, but I will show you it.
Jeramy Allen Thompson
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