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      | For My Husband To Be
 It's not my style
 To write of love
 Or share my feelings
 With the world.
 
 Love is far too personal.
 It is much easier
 To write of hunger.
 Pain and suffering are simple.
 
 But as I sit here writing,
 I can see your face
 Smiling before me,
 And suddenly,
 
 Love is the only thing
 Racing through my thoughts,
 Onto this paper.
 
 
 
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