I love you dearly
That is my weakness
Buds don't bloom
Wishes are doomed
I keep a broom
To clean my room
I see the moon
but my mind is doomed.
Loving you cleverly daily
Writing a love poem dearly
is my creative therapy
So I can think clearly
That is my trophy
I pray often in the night
That offers me sleep delight
But when I love you mightily
That irritates me slightly
Making me toss and turn lightly
Can you believe
hear your breath
I feel your love intensely
Take my word seriously
I’m yours sincerely
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