Love for others.
For the good of our love.
For our greatness.
respect for each other.
With love and care.
We will call ourselves lovers.
With dreams and care.
We will always stay.
Next to each other's hands.
Hugging each other in arms.
Looking into each other's eyes.
Dreaming and whispering in each other's ears.
That we truly were born to be,
Each other love for eternity.
We don't just love.
We also care.
We tend to fight for each other's love.
Not just saying that we love.
To also say that we truly are.
Each other's hands in love and care.
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