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Two years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.

Beautiful

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by Dynamo1203

by Dynamo1203

If being beautiful hurts

Then you must be in excruciating pain

Tell me, how does it feel

Knowing that with everyone else in the world

You were happy enough to be with me

How is it that I ended up

With someone so loving

Someone so willing to put up with my downs

And is able to bring out my ups

Tell me what I must have done

And what I must keep doing

To keep you in my life

My Darling,

I would do it all