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Not to put too fine a point on it: I love you
And think about you constantly when you aren’t around
I reflect upon your beauty
And perseverate on your grace
When my mind starts to wander
I can’t help but see your face

Not to belabor the fact, but I love you
And dream of you when I close my eyes at night
I search my clothes for traces of your scent
And fantasize about the feel of your skin
I can’t numb the longing
Not with whiskey, wine or gin

Not trying to harp on the matter: I just love you
And I’m filled with joy when you’re around
There’s something intangible in you
Something I know others see
I’ve let you in way past my armor
To the very core of me

Not to put too fine a point on it: I love you
And the feeling intensifies every time you are near
I can’t but dote upon you, constantly
Or restrain my hands from touching you
And when your eyes meet mine
I can see you feel the same way too