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I lay down and thought a space, Of how to say what is in my heart. I pondered a great long while, But could
think not of where to start.
I wonder sometimes, should I say these things? Is it right to let them show, But
then toss my worries to the winds For what can I say that you do not know?
I might perchance make note upon, How
the softness of your voice makes me quiver, As an angels wings, under heavenly lights, Would tend a bit, in joy, to
shiver.
I could hint that upon hearing your voice, My mind cannot work or reason; Anymore than a swan could swim
a frozen lake, During the cold, wintery season.
I might relate upon the gentle beauty, That I find within your
soul. How, as trees into the earth, I can breathe in being whole.
Each of these things I might impart, But
darling I tell you true, I can sum the whole lot up Just by saying, "I love you."

This roses beauty pales in comparision to my angel
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