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LOVE

IT’S YOU AND YOUR LOVE THAT SETS ME FREE
THE ONE WHO GIVES ME HAPPINESS AND GLEE
THE ONE WHO KEEPS ME STURDY LIKE A TREE
THE ONE ONE WHO KEEPS ME CALM LIKE A CUP OF TEA

THIS LOVELY FEELING DEEP WITHIN
IS THE REASON THAT KEEPS ME SMILING
THAT WHICH MENDED MY BROKEN HEART AND SPIRIT
IT PAVED THE WAY FOR A FRESH START

YOU ARE ONE OF THE  REASON
THAT MADE ME LOOK AT LIFE WITH SO MUCH APPRECIATION
THE ONE WHO PROVIDED ME AN INSPIRATION
THE ONE WHO GAVE MY LIFE RHYTHM AND MOTION


I AM GRATEFUL THAT I HAVE FOUND YOU
BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT ME THAT LIFE IS TRUE
YOU TURNED MY SKIES INTO LIGHTER BLUE
ONCE AGAIN ALLOW ME THANK YOU

VALERIE MAY M. CRUZ
written during high school years- undated

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