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There is no second or first in my heart no rank ordering of one in front of the other no preference, bias, choice, favorite between the two Does the one know that a rose, a poem a conversation with the other is not to slight, not to deny my love for her, that her gaze still sends shudders through me that I would give anything save the other half of my heart to have her love me Is to love both to lose both?
There is no second or first in my heart
There is no second or first in my heart |