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Love letter

         Love.... 
    
      There are moments
                  when
           behind  your
      smile, there &  pain...

      There  are  days
          when  behind
              your   joy, 
         there  are  tears. 
   
        I  just  want  you  to
                 Know  that
               behind  you, 
         will  always  be  me. 
               
        I'll   take  care  of  
        you all your  life. 
        I  will hold you and 
         won't let you  fall. 
       
          You offered me what 
                 I could  never 
                 buy           "love "  .

          And  so...       When  you 
          feel  alone,     look  at the 
                    Spaces   between 
                    Your       fingers... 
           
            ...   and       remember 
                   that  in  those
              Spaces,  are  my  fingers 
               intertwined with  yours... 

                             Forever .

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