Time passes so slowly for the expectant bride
dreaming of her intended's caress
waiting with love and need in her eyes
for her beloved to tear off her dress...
Needing...
Aching...
Longing...
nursing the smallest of hopes
that grew over time
that you would love me...
and you do.
I... I didn't want to love you....
I was afraid of being hurt again
and
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