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She sat confused one day
as her mind began to wander
"Do I, or can I love him?"
she thought, but didn't grow fonder.
Every night and day I asked her
"Do you, or can you love me?"
Yet she always replied the same,
"I like you, so don't worry."
I did worry every night and day
about her apparent lack of love
It made me sick to think about it
I needed her undying love.
Then one day, I sat in a field
enjoying how the roses smelled
when I receiveda very joyous note
It stated "Like is Love misspelled."
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