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Thank You
Contributed by
kellros
on
Tuesday, 24th February 2004 @ 09:01:49 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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I love the way you smile,
i love the way the wind blows through your hair,
i love the way you look at me
and i love the sound of when you breathe...
I love your hands and feet,
your butt and your tummy too...
there's nothing more in this world than i love more than you
i love it when you think of me
and when you make me smile,
i love it when you talk to me
and make life for me worthwhile..
I love being with you when it rains,
somehow it seems, the rain washes away all our pain
Someday we will be together for ever,
and i'd never have to live a day without being with you.
someday i will never leave you and stay by your side.
I'd make sure you are ok everyday, i'd make sure you are safe,
i'd make sure you are always loved, i'd make sure that you are cared for..
i'd make sure of everything, just leave your worries to me...
There once was a void inside me, that you have now is filled for once,
someone actually cares and don't just act like they do...
somebody really loves without being fake or using it as an excuse
With my last breath, i'd call your name,
because you are the reason why i lived in the first place,
when i'm broken, you mend me, you make me better
when i'm down, you always stay with me
whenever i feel down, you seem to always make me feel better
all i want to say is.. thank you
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kellros
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Re: Thank You
(User Rating: 1 ) by Stitch on
Tuesday, 24th February 2004 @ 09:37:43 AM AEST (User
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Especially love the first line of the last verse. Nice stuff. Some lucky lady must be just rolling in this.
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