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Crave

 I crave you to the core


To see you stand before my very eyes


To make our hearts knit as one


To feel my remedy in your arms


To grow and craft with you


To go through thick and thin


To fuse our good and bad luck


To build our own galaxy


To wrap around your presence


To catch your infinite attention


To feel your breath when you fall asleep


To taste the sweet flavor of your lips


To fall deeper into your shymphony


To count more anniversary


To runaway with your hand in mine


To be all yours


To say the sacred vow


To spend the rest of my life


Darling, is that enough? No?


Let me crave you more

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