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I thought through all things our love would sustain,

Our love got me through both pleasure and pain,

Compared to our love, all others are plain,

Our love was real; something you could not feign,

Then I felt that your love began to wane,

Now you look at our love with such disdain,

Was thinking you could love me all in vain?

Now I'm struggling & trying hard to stay sane.

02/16/2012

Written and Copyrighted by Mike DeLoe