A promise - love poem


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The pursuit of you led me to truly understand what true love is
What it's really like to be happy from the heart and what true smile is
The pursuit of you, made my life a life that is worth to be enjoyable

Now I know what I want in life, who I want in my life
And the answer is and will always be you, for rest of my life
Always be on my side, because you are my strength and courage

I want you to be on my side when the sun comes up and the moon goes down
No matter if the world would be against us and against our love, we have each other
There would be hard times in life but we will fight through those times together

It's a promise, I will always trust you and support you in all your life choices
I'll always make your happiness a priority and always try my best to bring up the smile on your face
Because your true love for me, has made be realise how blessed my life has been

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