I wish not make any choice for you,
& differences can hinder true ways,
& what you purpose in your heart,
appears true on the outside.
I speak of things, that belongs to you.
My hands taunt not, words are clear,
& what the heart feeds, become real,
in time, life shall tell, false or true.
how did I come to love you so much?
fondling your smiles, & beautiful lips,
& I wish you well, beams of true lights,
that add smiles to your glaring beauty.
Do not shrink, if love faded & gone,
choose you strength, to glow & gain,
And Your choice of wisdom & dreams,
shall grace you & count you worthy.
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