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When I remember all the time I spent
Trying to catch your eye or make you smile;
When I recall the distances I went
To see your face--I don't regret a mile,
Or wish to have a single second back.
For every moment that I spent on you--
Each step I took--returned tenfold to me:
In every smile there is something new
To dote on, and I could eternally.
If I had all of that to do again
I'd happily retrace my every stride
And live in hope to see you say once more
The lovely words you said to me back then
Hesitating, lovelily wide-eyed
Asking me out, proposing as before.