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  No magic words to say that would change your mind. No secret wishes to send that would change how you feel. No more late night embraces that would ease the pain. No more. No more. So this is how it is now. Another sad song. Another night. Another day.

A poet speaks. A poet smiles....sometimes. A poet takes it all in and breathes out words. The words can make you laugh, cry, and dream of things bigger than ourselves. Anybody can write down a few words and call it a poem but does that make them a poet?  T hat my friend, is up to you to decide.

These little moments. Dreaming of the perfect love. Right here, it's here with that special someone (Right here). You, it's all about you. Three simple words mean everything right now. So I will say "I love you". "I love you". "I love you".