"Thinkers think and doers do
my job on earth is nothing but love you.
People live, and people die,
but you are everything in my eye.
Now things I say, or things I do
mean nothing when I look at you.
Pure perfection of the highest sort,
even if you're 5 feet short.
More today, and more tomorrow,
my love for you I do not borrow."
Just found this poem in my business management book, reminded me that love does still exist (:
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