Is This Really Love?
I think about him constantly.
Does that mean I am in love?
Every night I thank the Lord,
for sending me an angel from above.
He is always there for me,
to brighten up my day.
And he makes sure he does nothing,
to upset me in any way.
I know I have strong feelings.
But, is it really love?
When I am sitting all alone,
He is all I think of.
He is so kindhearted,
yet respectful and loving too.
If he were here with me I'd tell him,
"My life will never be complete,
Unless it's completed with you."
Copyright © Lareina Medina | Year Posted 2006
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