I ask you now
to show to me
the things I may not know,
Make me see
the love as it grows,
It seems too real
for rain to be snow,
I want you to feel
my love not so shallow,
Please stop to conceal
your heart from my arrow,
My love is real
and not a darkened shadow,
So don, t forget to heal
your love for tomorrow.
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