Love Thee (9-22-07)

Feb 25, 2024 | Poem | 0 comments

Everytime I remember good times with you,
I start to cry because I knew.
Distance is an enemy I don’t want in my way.

From months to years,
Time will pass and I have fears,
That you might find someone that doesn’t smears.

Still I want to keep my word,
That I will keep you in my world,
Sadness and happiness you may foresee,
But still I will love thee.

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