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I want to tell you,
how much i love you.

but I'm just afraid,
afraid of what you'll think.

my hart starts pounding,
as you walk through the door.

you turn to face me,
and i think "oh god".

thank you for what you have done,
you bend over and you look me in the eyes.

i look back and think,
this can't be,

but then i wake,
because "it was all but a dream."