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the dear proximity of the harmonious conversing of our hands during the long morning walk after years of ageing together and loving each other more and more every day

the dear proximity of the harmonious conversing of our hands during the long morning walk after years of ageing together and loving each other more and more every day

I love you; I love you more
I love you more than that
no, I love you more
I love you more than more
   than more
no, I love you more
I love you far beyond anything in the world
I love you…  more 

it’s not just my voice saying it 
read my lips, it’s written there
      it says I love you
look at my eyes
can you see it? it’s there as well!
in my eyes of love 
      it says I love you

I love you
I truly do! far beyond anything  I know 
   in the whole world 
that’s why my hand 
    cannot let go of your hand 
    because it is cold and
    your hand needs my I-love-yous
    to keep warmed

(my heart screamed to your ears
    boom boom I love you
    you laughed out loud and 
    then you kissed me on the cheek
that's more or less how
    the long walk went)
 

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edwin toninho

happy Valentine's day

silly old love

spread love
spread happiness
stop Covid from spreading

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