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Lovers
Words.
Our words.
Our love.
Reaching out for me.
Reaching out for you.
You ask.
I ask.
Think of me - often.
But don’t feel blue.
We do not measure time.
Whether apart - or in each others arms.
Our love is for ever.
Of that, we have no qualms.
Our love, we know.
Every day. Month. Year.
Will Continue.
Will grow.
© 1990 TSSK
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