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Tributes to Lovers The days are long
and unbearably lonely,
but then he walks in
and my spirits are lifted.
I wonder how I was
so deserving of him,
how I could be so lucky
to call him my own.
Then I think how long
until he realizes he made
a huge mistake and I'm not
good enough for his love.
When I'm drifting to sleep,
I hold back my cries,
muffle them in my pillow
hoping he won't notice.
Somehow his intuition
reads my body language,
and he draws me close
as I fall asleep in his arms.
I don't know how to keep
my insecurities at bay;
I can't help believing
that this love is a fluke.
