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Love Underlined By Patience

Still can't believe... I look in front of my sight, There’s at least no might. I got you now, And the feeling is like "Wow" Not believing you are what I'm deceiving. For the chase in its pace, It took long, but now I embrace; The hope I kept, I knew I wouldn't regret Patience I honoured, Learned to wait. God found the correct reason, To put you in this season, Unexpectedly, although I knew, I soon would gain precious contact with you. All I ever thought about was you, My heart beated faster, All the love potion I could master, Thinking of your eyes, Beautifully reflectioning in rays, Lurking Deep inside I see your heart, I know its right. The way you talk is so cute, Don't you ever mute. You have a sense of humour, Never you rumour. Everything about you I adore. I’m just making sure, Because you make me feel so pure. Fill my inner, with positiveness, The time now is just a beginner. You opened the door to new objectiveness With you on my mind, Sense of achieveness My personal initiative Has always been representative Joined with my own perspective You combine to my adjective. I’m so apprehensive, I’m afraid I might be offensive. I don’t want you to begin ignoring, You're special to me darling. I find you so charming, You surprise me, I'm blushing. It’s not just lusting But desire of loving. Seeing around my area, I continue staring, Love preserving. When I look at you, There's nothing else I view. Without words I just fall through It’s all because I love you. By Rozalia.P (From prevoius poems Glare , Similar Appearance , He May and Wanting to be with him) -About Same person , Welcome to be read

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