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MY LOVE

My love cannot be perfect
But it is authentic as Dawn even if it is chilly and windy
It is sure to be and to always come

My love cannot be perfect
But it sure lingers even when you call and I don't wish to shout my answer
It is sure to be and to always come

My love cannot be perfect
But I still feel it strong when I tell you I don't like your skirt
It is sure to be and to always come

My love cannot be perfect
It is sure to be calm when you spew insult and be insolent
It is sure to be and to always come

My love cannot be perfect 
But it is like the rain that will always come even after it has caused a mess
It is sure to be and to always come

My love cannot be  perfect
It is like the sun that is sure to rise even after it has caused drought
It is sure to be and to always come

My love cannot be perfect
But it will always be authentic

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