Love Is Always On Time

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When the train arrives at the station,

I get an elation, to match, the anticipation of her beautiful face appearing and nearing.

Underscored, by a thin scarf

Which floats in the wind as easily as my heart,

Which I was born with,

Yet she owns more than half, a part,

Which cannot be seen by anybody else, or felt

An emotion that we share,

Knowing, one day I’ll be knelt,

Before her, asking if she’ll spend a life with me,

And we can become one at the bend of a knee.

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