No matter how much I tell you I love you,
Why is my heart never content
For I want to write only about you,
With a hope, that someday
I shall be content
But is that possible
For I love you, more than I love nutella
No matter how much I have you, my craving only increases
For why do I love you so much, I don’t know
Nor do I know how much
Is it because of your lovely eyes, your black mole
Or your overwhelming beautiful personality
I can’t be sure because I love each aspect of you
I don’t know how I can love you so much,
For I love you, more that I love myself
Someday, I hope I am able to tell you,
For till then, my heart shall not rest, nor my fingers

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