I am holding this pen
Thinking about how we met then
How you went from my best friend
To the girl I loved with no end
If my love was a journey
Then this will be a long one, sweet as honey
Every day, I see you
Everything feels better, peaceful and anew
And then I imagine
How my life without you is like a book without a margin
I wish together we could listen to the Christmas bell
Before you sleep and I call you my angel
I love the way you smile everyday you are happy and dancing
At that state, you're my Lansing
I wish to be your Witcher and fight your monsters
While you sleep, I will hold your hand now
And hereafter.
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