Not a day goes by that I don't think of you.
I count down the weeks, the hours, the seconds
Until I am yours.

Each day passes without a glimpse of you on the horizon.
Each day my anticipation grows just that much more.
Each day my hope falters.
Each day I die a little more inside.

I pray I have the strength, the will
To take your hand.

I fear nothing, yet..
I fear you.

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