
"I love you so much. I wanted to show you somehow
I thought and I thought, but I still don't know how
I could by you the perfect rose, but it would wither and wilt, unlike my love for you
I am writing you this poem, but it just won't last
The paper might get torn or forgotten in the past
I bought you a ring, but all my love can't say
That ring might get lost or stolen someday
My love for you can't be stolen, won't wither, wilt or be lost
A gift will not do, I can't show you by cost
There is no way to show all my love, you will just have to know
When I hold you tight, I won't let go." -Mark Sawyer
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