a Van Gogh. 

Time soars by, 
When we’re apart. 
Though time stands still, 
As you hold my heart. 

Every moment with you,
Is a gift sent from above. 
You always follow through, 
In love and baseball, with your bat and glove. 

This love of ours is rare, 
Something that shall grow. 
It shall never be shared, 
But will be admired as if it were a Van Gogh. 

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