Not even the angels above
Could
make a better match
So
please be with me
And
I will make you happy
Such
is the depth and breadth
Of
my lasting love
Intense
and profound
Broader
than the horizon
And
the measure of an ocean deep
Enduring
till that watery abyss
Dries
to sun baked desert
And
its powdery form runs
Through
your fingers
And
loves metaphor is blown away
Like
smoke on the wind
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