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True love doesn’t stop

When I think of blessings  
I don’t look at the floor.  
I lift my head up high  
Leave panic at the door.  
 
I try to sing my praises  
of people who I love  
Even when their old and gone  
Just white noise from above.  
 
I’ve never had true love  
and view it as a gift  
Smooth out all the wrinkles  
Along the waves I drift.  
 
No virus enough to stop me  
from seeing you each day  
I’d rip away red tape  
I’ll throw all fear away.  
 
For twenty days and hours  
or more if that’s the deal  
I’ll love you every minute  
My love for you is real. 

©2020 CBialczak

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