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Hopeless romantic 
people tell me that I'm a hopeless romantic that I'm looking for something in people that doesn't quite exist, they consistently tell me to give up and get over the idea of love. 
since nowadays it is hard to find a love that is pure,and kind, but something They don't know
Is that I found pure love in your eyes,
before the first time we even kissed. 
many people say that most love is temporary, and is very hard to find but when I found you, you were my person that I always prayed I'd find. 
you filled me in so many parts and ways that I wasn't even aware I had. 
And I can't stop looking back at all the perfect moments we shared in the past, and although these are such important things that you do, the most memberal feeling was when you made me feel like anything was possible when I was with you .
when I met you my thought patterns have changed and the way I saw love was no longer the same. So I believe that our love isn't the kind, that people say makes one go blind Instead I believe that our love is one of a kindAll Rights Reserved

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