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It was that time of stage, when I couldn’t speak out 
My love for her, although I had to confess 
That I love her for real with no doubt. 
Then the idea came: write letter to the press.

Maybe I had to write just as easy as I had to tell,
For rescue from my psychological prison.
Still untold, love scared me just like the animal I can’t spell
Still unfold, but I had to unfold it, for one reason. 

Thence the idea took course and was implemented 
And the whole nation read and she too. 
So when I heard, she had already commented 
to people saying that she loved me too. 

Love began as quick as kick start
And memories began as soon as we start  

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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