I write of darkness
I write of pain
But to express in words
What you do to me
Is really just a disgrace

I never been any good
Writing stupid love poems
But here I sit
Cause I love you

I could think of
some clever metaphor
Or I could
Paint of picture of my love
In your eyes

I could compare our love
To roses and white wine
But it's just be another mushy poem
So it seems

So to you I say
I love you, baby
And as long as your here
That won't change

 
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