He picked up the pieces to my broken heart.
He waited for me when I’m torn apart.
His arms are comforting; he held me close.
His gaze is sensitive. My heartbeat rose.
The one who held me together, all these years,
The boy who sat there to hold my tears,
He never left or even turned.
He stayed with me, how much it burned.
It took so long for me to know,
He’s love me. He loves me so.
Now I can see how much is true,
I can’t deny I love him too.
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