Confession of My Love
A Heartfelt Ode to You
My love, my dearest heart's desire,
I confess to you, with passion afire,
That my heart beats only for you,
And my love for you is pure and true.
I have longed to tell you, my sweet,
How your presence makes my heart skip a beat,
How your smile brightens up my day,
And how your love has stolen my heart away.
I love the way you laugh and talk,
The way you hold my hand and walk,
The way you look into my eyes,
And the way you make my heart arise.
Please accept my love, my dear,
And know that I will always be near,
To cherish and love you every day,
For you are the sunshine of my way.
So I confess to you, my love divine,
That you are the one that my heart entwine,
And I promise to love you forevermore,
Till the end of time, my love, my amore.
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Tamseela Farooq
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This is beautiful ❤️