Truly Yours, Yours Truly

Us, holding hands

Why would I be insecure, why would I see myself shallow,
When I am put in the pedestal

Why would I hesitate, why would I keep my dignity high,
When I already had stripped all that's on me

Why would I not fall, why would I not love,
When I heard that whisper that made me say, "I'm truly yours."

Yours truly

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