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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