My Love

My Love long poem

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My love
I saw you and my mind changed
I lost words right in your eyes
Found love in your eyes
You completely turned my words of hatred to that of love

You’re my foreign land because every time I look at you I get lost
Love changed my way of thinking
You gave me a chance to believe again
You gave me hope that I long lost

I wish you where here to listen
I wish you were here to explain how you feel
But I know the feeling is for both of us

You are not just an angel your a light
You shone upon me and I ran after
You grabbed my attention by your beautiful
Light eyes

My love

Say the words
You will see we will together fly
And even eagles will not be above us

My love

Look into my eyes and tell me you love me too
And complete my world
I love you.

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