Love: Sometimes you don’t know what you have until it’s gone, and other times you never get to have it at all.
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I wanted to be your shelter,
in sun and in shade,
the ear that listened,
the touch that soothed,
the voice you needed,
the Love you made.
I wanted to be your smile,
the laughter in your day,
the steam in your night,
the memories you stored,
the tickling flutters
that never went away.
I wanted to be the one
to gently kiss you,
and whisper promises,
truer than any lyrics,
better than any song,
to forever be the friend
you couldn’t lie to.
I wanted to be.
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