If your love were a river,
I’d drown in it.
If your eyes were the sun,
I would become blind looking into them.
If your kindness was a tree,
I would get lost in the forest.
If you were a fire,
I would be warm forever.
You see, I love you.
I lover everything about you.
So don’t ever change.
For your love is a river;
and I have already drowned.
May 28, 2007
Love
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