I think I bother you a bit with how I say
Incessantly, and each and every day,
I love you. But I mean it every time,
And it's so overwhelming in its truth
I cannot help express it. Waves of ruth
And tenderness wash over me, and climb
Above my head, and as I surface, I
By instinct, sans interrogation why,
Blurt out the fact I love you, as if that
Alone could save me: and I think it can,
For since our now requited love began,
I've surfaced, when before I floated flat
Facedown. So love, I pray you now forgive
My repetitions - for they let me live.
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