I’ve got this urge once more
To write a poem declaring my love
Because you’re the one who makes my heart real sore!
Why, I’ve even asked advice from the one above
But I realize that’s real unfair
As I have to ask you the one for whom I care,
And so to you I put this test,
Am I really the one you love best?
Now once again I’ve asked that question
Not because I doubt your word,
But because I find it hard to believe
You love me, even though I’m such a turd!
Now as I end this poem
To you a promise I want to make,
A promise that no matter what happens
My feeling for you, I’ll never forsake.
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