True
Looking at you,
I see a thoughtful face.
When I think of you,
I feel a warm embrace.
When you look at me,
With your gentle eyes,
My heart is content,
and my spirits rise.
I hope you don't forget
That I always think of you,
And no one will take your place,
To you I will be true.
And if you ever need
A hand to hold onto,
I will always be there,
I'll reach out to you.

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