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ßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßOriginal Poem by:
 TymeTo this special s
omeone,I think of you 
all the timeIn Light of day
In Still of night
You awash me aglow with love and joy
That which guides my way, when l
ost in woeIn the blue of desp
air...Saying I love yo
u, would do no justicefor tho
se tender passions that run through me
go much deeper than love.