There are so many things I would tell you, my dear
If only I could find
A way to move them to my tongue
Instead of to my mind
It seems when I try to tell you, my dear
It never comes out like it could
But oh, it would be so lovely to hear
If only it would sound like it should
There are so many things I would tell you, my dear
Tender and earnest and true
But it always comes out in the same way, my dear
In these three words; I love you
Janet~
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!