Love so much
And in such a way
That you can let
The object of your love
Be free to leave
Or stay at it's own will
Love so much
To let it go
Despite how much
It may hurt
Your heart
Because your love
Is such
That it will smile
To see your love
Smiling...
Even if he smiles
In someone's else
Arms...
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