Daily our love grows stronger in me and you
as if to it there is no end,
as if constantly it becomes more true
and to each other we do not pretend
as the depth of it
grows more and more deeper still
and perfectly together we do fit
as we live by our own free will
and in your company time does fly
while in each other we are caught,
as each passing day rushes by
and our love is as it ought
as something known and true and a mystery,
as if previously we had a kind of history.
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