As life goes by
with each passing year,
I sit and wonder why,
you love me my dear.
My heart is open,
the door is wide,
waitng for you,
to come inside.
My love is a flower,
My love is a rose,
I hope however
you don't hit the road.
I love you! ! ! ! !
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