Promise?

If I tried to explain it,
It wouldn’t be enough.
I guess I could maybe draw it,
But that might be too tough.

This is the part I’ve always hated,
Telling people how I feel.
I prefer to keep things locked away,
So that to me, at least, they seem real.

I suppose I should just tell you.
That seems like an easy task.
But only if you promise to me
That you will not laugh?

I promise.

Really?

Yeah, sure.

Okay, then...

Come on! Just tell me.

I never do this quite so often,
And I think you should just know,
That even if you hate my guts,
I will always love you so.

If you tried to run away,
I'd follow you there, too.
If you tossed me off a cliff,
I crawl back up to forgive you.

You could never do anything that would hurt me,
Even if you tried.
You could, kick me, beat me, scream in my face,
But I'd love you each second 'til I died.

I know that you don't feel this way.
And I find that perfectly okay.
I have no idea what you're abut to say,
But just know that I'll love you anyway.

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...what?

Oh, never mind.