There’s space for you…

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When we meet, you will fit in my life and I will fit in yours. Until then, I will dream and write (bad) poems about love. 

Know this: when I am sad

you will hold my hand.

You will sit, and wait and listen to the breathing

and hear the pause between what is said

and not said.

 

When you are sad,

I will rub your back. I will bring you

food and write you letters and badly structured poems.

 

We can get lost in the semantics of love but you – you.

You give my stomach butterflies

distract me at work

 enter my dreams

make me laugh

make me cry.

I can be my real self with you.

And you with me.

And for today, tomorrow and yesterday, 

 

 

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I love you to the moon and back

I love you to the moon and back

I love you to the moon and back