I ought to spend more words in telling you
The way I feel. Yes, even though you know,
I feel the urge, and so I ought to do.
For every day I find my joy will grow
To be with you, and see you close to me.
Therefore I ought to tell you, to be just,
As it seems quite unfair to secretly
Adore - and so, because adore I must,
I'll let the words out into open air
And bright computer screens, to tell you, dear,
I love you, and each day I grow in care,
Loving to talk to you and see you near.
Listen as I speak, and know my heart
Which uses all of me to speak its part.
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