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I am no poet, yet I know how I feel.
Alone I've stood strong,
but this week's been so long
it seems almost unreal.
I am no poet, yet I feel my heart race.
How can twenty four hours feel like so many days?
Seven eternities gone by,
each spent longing for your embrace.
I am no poet, yet my heart needs your kiss.
Can't say it enough,
the words never too tough,
it is you that I miss.
I am no poet, yet your kiss fills my soul.
Without you it's nothing;
with friendship there's something;
with love it's made whole.
I am no poet, yet my soul says untrue.
I am no poet, but I'll be one for you.
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