Stefan's Poem
A life without you is a sight I can’t see.
Apart won’t last, I can prove that to be.
It’s a pain I’d die than endure.
I’m not bluffing; my words are pure.
I’m sorry for the past; it’s a regret without change.
What’s done is done, I’m sorry to say.
A torture has come by the distance between us.
A fog is erupting; my refuge is in your trust.
Don’t you see without you there’s no air to breathe?
But I suffer more than I ever let you see.
You’re my ocean of love, my endless sea.
So now I ask, will you marry me?
Apart won’t last, I can prove that to be.
It’s a pain I’d die than endure.
I’m not bluffing; my words are pure.
I’m sorry for the past; it’s a regret without change.
What’s done is done, I’m sorry to say.
A torture has come by the distance between us.
A fog is erupting; my refuge is in your trust.
Don’t you see without you there’s no air to breathe?
But I suffer more than I ever let you see.
You’re my ocean of love, my endless sea.
So now I ask, will you marry me?
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