I touched her hand.
I looked into her eyes.
Smiled at her.
And I told her you are my love.
You are what makes me happy.
Your smile is my beating heart.
Your eyes are the ocean. I fell deep into them.
How could I live without you?
How could I forget your love?
How could I say I don't love you?
I promise you I will always be next to you.
I will always be by your side.
I will always continue to love.
I will always declare my love to you.
You complete me.
And I will never live without you.
As you are my true love.
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