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Sweet love poem

The sky was

clear and so blue.

The temperate was

right and you were

sit next to me.

You were holding

my hand and

you lay your

head on me.

You look up

at me and

for the first

time you said

you are falling

in love with me.

You always been

in love with

me you just

did not know

how to tell me.

Now we are

now in love

and you do not

want anything to

change that.

-Gene Conner

September 23, 2007