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the end was clear

but the ending was vague

there was so much to be said

but so little spoken

I should have told you how much I love you

that I would never give up unless you told me to

I would say that even then I might not have

I would be yours as long as you would have me

I should have told you how yours eyes shine with life

and bring a little into mine

that your hand fits into mine too perfectly

you could take whatever you wanted

it was yours

it is yours

but I am a coward

this is everything I should have said

you consume my nights and my days

your face,

your gentle lips,

your tinkling laugh,

I wish you would just come back

to hear all the things I should have said

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