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She loves me so much.
She calls me sweetheart.
She hands me pure love.
For her is this art.

I'll always remember the nightmares
of my childhood and adolescence.
I'll always remember your love's glares
and our routines' florescence.

I might be forgetful;
my heart holds a million memories.
Proud is my love for you,
albeit I absolutely admire allegories.

I'll always cherish
the pink letters and ready-made garlands.
I'll always cherish
every single one of your love's strands.

She loves us so much.
She calls me princess.
I thank her for being
the queen of my life's chess.

She said fairytales and those princesses
aren't really true;
I can't find kingdoms and praises
just out of the blue.

But I have powers to swim
down to the trenches of Poema Sea.
But I have paradise with me
'cause you simply let yourself be.

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