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Being able to tell you;
With this same conviction,
With this same strength,
With this same overpowering motion,
Like that first day, that first minute, that first second,
A year, then two, and then another five,
Until I'm old, until I'm frail, maybe even a little bit insane...
That I love you, that I still do, as I always said I would,
Like tomorrow, like yesterday, like ever before,
Or even after; never less, rather more,
With this same overpowering motion,
This same strength,
This same conviction,
Within this same moment, this right instant...
poem by Gina Borrebach
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