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For you, anything under the sun,
For you, the back seat and a coffee run.
For you, a sweet text, a humble stare.
For you, everything, I learned to care
For you, the things you loved, the things you shared,
For you, trips to all over, or trips simply nowhere.
For you, my love and undying affection,
For you, my heart, my smiles, my attempted perfection.
For you, a calm body, mind and soul,
For you, me waiting at beck and call.
For you, anything under the sun,

But for me, all I got was a hit and run.