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| But Never |
| by Garron Miller |
I picked her a flower
but never a rose
I kissed her lips
but never her toes
I showed her love
but never with lust
I spoke to her softly
but never with trust
I touched her graceful
but never with might
I held her hand
but never so tight
I made love to her
but never with passion
I feed her dinner
but never rations
I gave her what she asked
but never more
I hugged her beneath the stars
but never before
I did alot
but never enough
I did
but enough |
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