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It was always clear that he was the one.
He was better for me than any other.
He should have been the one to take me by the hand,
Get down on one knee,
And asked “Baby will you marry me?”
He was the one, who looked me in the eyes,
And instantly I knew nothing he said was lies.
He asked, “Baby do you love me?”
And I said, “More than anything else that about ever be.”
He said, “Baby will you always want me?”
And I said, “Couldn’t imagine a life without thee.”
But what happened now. . .
Things changed, and I question how?
We were in love. . .
We had our own white dove.
Everything was perfect,
But now I lay in bed with him and slowly lose self-respect.
How did this happen?
What have I done. . .
Why isn’t it you next to me in this bed, hun?
I pushed you away.
But I love you, please stay.
But is it too late?
Is this to be our fate. . .
We’re in each others passion,
But keep company in a different fashion…
Why?
Because, It’s just my stupidity, and I.