Your insecurity means nothing.
Tamyka Bell
You must know that I always love you,
So how can else matter?
My heart follows the violins as they soar,
And though my words may seem endless
As they flow from my soul,
They still number too few
To adequately describe
My love for you.
19 September, 2004
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