Our love has come again.
Like I said it would.
He stil watchesÂ
my every move.
One day I asked him why.
He replied
"I don't want to miss
a single
movement."
Of course
I smiledÂ
at his simple compliment.
He loves me.
And I love him.
Our love
can defeat anything.
I love will last through everything.
Nothing will haunts us
not even our pasts.
We have a love
that very few love.
It is called
a true love.
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