I will see you again someday.
Not long from now. Soon.
Your face and smile are with me.
My love is always with you.
I’ve asked myself a thousand times
Am I doing the right thing?
Sometimes I wonder is it worth
All this waiting, pushing, fighting.
But there’s no It bar love itself.
You are the prize to be awarded.
That’s why I write these stupid poems.
I want them all recorded.
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