To The Love Of My Life

To The Love Of My Life short poem

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It is a step that I am willing to take with you
I want to risk everything when I say,”I do”.
From here on out, I wish to declare;
All of my love,that we share.
When you ask me,”how I feel”.
I say it is a mixture of passion that will heal.
It is a powerful thing,that I can not explain;
all the good times and the bad.
I am glad that I will spend it with you;
For our love is so very strong,
And when we are old
I want you to know that I have risked;
Everything with you.
Until our dying breath from the day
I say,”I do”.

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Specially for you my beloved.i love you so much.You are my whole world.
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