Tireless Love Poem by Godfrey AnguaMante

Not all are pretty, not all are great
A night in Florence is all it takes
Tonight my sweetie, I will side with fate
For anguish and torment is all life makes
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That’s all my pretty, that’s all my love
I look to you with the love I have
They all will see me from heavens above
That all I have is you my love
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Not all these diamonds, not all these gold
Can bring you a knight so brave and bold
But I live to tell a promise I hold
That I will always love you a thousand fold.