Swear I could
stay up all night
on the balustrade
and talk with you about
how you can do enough,
work enough, sing enough
love enough, read enough
write enough simply
because I want to remind
you that you are enough
and you're so much worth enough
for me to tell you enough
those things enough we
could talk enough about
it 'till 2 AM.

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