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A toast to love..




The first time you kissed her ,
She swore she loved only you
And would do so for the rest of her life.
When you proposed to her,
You believed the tears were of joy.
For your love 
Your faith grew.
Love you never knew .
And you grew to trust.
In her gestures, her innocent moans
Her snoring.
You fell in love 
And you never knew
Or suspected

A few years later ,
You would see her speak of love 
Like she never did you,
She had eyes only for him now
You never knew
She wrote about him ,
Like she never did you
Did she ever love you like him ? 
When you look in her eyes
You never doubt she will die for him 
She never did you...

But it warms your heart 
As much as it scares you 
Because you know now 
She loves this you
And give away her life
To this little part of you
Forever
That you gave her.
To make her mother! 

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