You are enough for me. I want an eternal union of love.

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You are enough for me. I want an eternal union of love.
You make me happy enough, somehow.
She tells herself, it is enough. It's all right. At home, she is herself, she is herself.
Her authentic might have been lost. She would tell him what he liked - it would be enough, it was almost certainly love.
I hope and forgive and confess every day to live clean - it seems to be enough, but it is not easy.
Maybe I am not good enough, that's the thought that haunts.
I don't need escape I have enough, and right now I shall live a life of sonnets, love, and dirty life in bed.
The promise of love, it was almost enough.
Tomorrow the prince turns into a warted toad, I know this well enough.
Find your own ink and paper, but will you have enough to say?