Rather know yr lips before I die
Or what’s it like to wipe the tears
From yr baby blues
I want to read my poetry in bed
With you hanging on every word
And then, reciting the meaning of each line
So, you know I love you
And not be embarrassed
When you tell me
I dream the impossible
For I know
However, no one could love you
As I would
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Beautifully penned!