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Romantic love



               I love you for
               everything  that you
               give me and for
               everything  you are. 
      
               There are no words 
                to express everything 
                that I feel for you. 
               
                 There is no song 
                     as beautiful 
                   as the music 
                  of your voice. 

              There is no flower
                  as  pretty  as
                      the  one
                   On your smile. 

               Nothing moves so many 
               things in me like
               when your lips 
                tell me "I love You".
              
                The better part of 
                 my day is  when 
                 I  am with  you. 

            My most brilliant  moments 
                        are the  ones
                   I  share  with  you. 

              You  are my  light 
               in the darkness, 
               my love recipe 
                  for  loneliness. 

              Matching with you
                    in this  life is
               Something  I will
                always be grateful  for. 

                  I love  you with 
                   my body, soul
                       and  mind.
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