Love?

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I spend all my days,
And all my hours,
Writing letters
Writing poems
Thinking about you
Thinking about what to do.

I keep asking myself,
Asking you,
And doubting everything.

I keep thinking
To myself,
To you,
Why?

I love a lot about you.
I always say I love you.
Because I love caring about you.
I always loved you.

But the thought never occurred,
That I might love you,
More than I've loved before.

I never say those words,
And mean it,
Every single time.

But you're different.
And I think this love,
Is something new.
That I'm scared of.

I don't want to be afraid,
And so I won't.
Because I trust you.
Because I love you.
Forever and Always.

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