I've noticed the nites have gotten longer,
the smiles have gotten few,
your cold heart seems to be growing stronger,
although I still seem to love only you.
With every thought that shifts in my head,
anytime that I think you've been untrue,
I sift thru the twenty-three love letters
I've read again and again from you.
The countless times I've tried,
and I know that you've tried too,
to mend this selfish pride,
and start this love, this friendship anew.
Until the sun arises,
and we settle this heartless war,
until love and pride compromises,
I'll remain sincerely yours.
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