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The loveliest flower that grows,
I give to you,
when we are apart.
To you it's a rose,
to me it's my heart.
My love is like a cabbagde,
divided into two:
The leaves I give to others,
but the heart I give to you.
Either here or over there,
I will love you anywhere.
Our distant love is far apart,
but that will never change my heart.
The years have come,
the years have gone,
my love for you,
still soldiers on.
To love you,
is all I ask.
To be hold by you,
is all I need.
These little words,
I give to you
each and every day
They are so small,
yet feel so tall,
just because they are true.
I give to you,
when we are apart.
To you it's a rose,
to me it's my heart.
My love is like a cabbagde,
divided into two:
The leaves I give to others,
but the heart I give to you.
Either here or over there,
I will love you anywhere.
Our distant love is far apart,
but that will never change my heart.
The years have come,
the years have gone,
my love for you,
still soldiers on.
To love you,
is all I ask.
To be hold by you,
is all I need.
These little words,
I give to you
each and every day
They are so small,
yet feel so tall,
just because they are true.
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: kim | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: shelby | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 januari 2001 | ||
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