You'd ask me over again,
If it's okay to not want;
to not ask for more.
I would in turn answer again—
and over again:
*"Despite the distances walked,
and sparing moments borrowed,
I don't—
I wouldn't mind,"*
because to love is to give,
and that is all I know.
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 9:37 PM UTC
You'd ask me over again,
If it's okay to not want;
to not ask for more.
I would in turn answer again—
and over again:
*"Despite the distances walked,
and sparing moments borrowed,
I don't—
I wouldn't mind,"*
because to love is to give,
and that is all I know.
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