I HOPE IT'S SOMETHING WORTH THE WAITING

PIC BY: me

SHE'S SIMPLE YET CONFUSING
HER SPARKLING EYES MAKE ME WEAK AT MY WORDS, THEY TREMBLE. 
DAYS SEEM LIKE YEARS IN THIS MONTH OF DECEMBER
THE WINTER COLDENS ME FOR I HAVE YET TO SLEEP
AND NEVER WILL I GIVE UP TRYING 'CAUSE YOU'RE EVERYTHING TO ME.

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