To hold your hand makes me feel grand,
And to love you everyday, takes my sarrows away.
To lie next to you and to feel your skin,
Makes my heart sound like hail on tin,
And to be with you everyday,
Fills my life with joy in every way.
You are my life, you are my inspiration,
And if you were to leave,
All I would feel is desperation.
I need and want you with all that I am,
And I will be here with you, near you,
And in your heart following you like Marys little lamb.
This poem isnt great but its how I feel,
And to see this in writing, you will know,
It is Real.






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Confucius say, No matter where you go; There you are.
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