A Love POEM
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       The more I think of you, the more I
         Love you; I cannot see how any one could
       Hate you. You have always been to me an
         honest, faithful friend, and I hope my love is not an
       Object of contempt. It is true that Once I said
         I would never marry, but that was before
       I loved you. That assertion you know was
         uttered in a bragging manner, in fact not but
       a lie, and I do not know why I made it. If I
         could even pluck up enough courage to
       offer you my hand I know very well you
         would be surprised and I doubt if you
       would accept it. I do not think I would
         listen to a refusal from your lips and
       thus make my whole life miserable. To die
         without ever expressing my love for you
       would be preferable to that. If you write to me
         I shall be happy, but if you do not
       I shall be miserable and gloomy, your letters
         are a source of pleasure and a failure to get them
       always make me feel like committing suicide.

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Now read ONLY the ODD numbered LINES..!!*HeeHee*


 
 
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 Chances make our parents,
         		  Choices make our friends,
  				                   Fate makes our lovers.