Pardon thy past for it bears the pain that would do you in,
Pardon the doubt that be seen in my eyes when you utter "i love you."
For you do not truly know of love. For you do not and could not love me like I love you.
So pardon thee though you must understand, this is not sorrow but justice of thy breath.
Let me gorge in my love for you. For if the day were to come where we both can equally feel the same. The one of us would be sure to die, and come the pain to speak the other's name.
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