I still remember the good days, my memories fillled with your beautiful face. 

I know I treated you wrong, but my love has never changed like the melodies in a song

I'm sorry for all I've done, the weight of the pain I've caused surpasses a ton

I never used to show emotion, now all I do is cry and lay in bed with no motion

I need you in my life, because one day I want you to be my wife

Take my hand once more, and I will love you forever more.


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