Mike
Sometimes at night, when I look at the sky,I start thinking of you then ask my self why? Why do I love you ? I think and I smile,because I know the list could run on for miles.The whisper of your voice,the warmth of your touch,so many little things that make me love you so much. I could go on for days telling you what I feel, but all you really must know is my love for you is real
Copyright © Susan Martin | Year Posted 2011
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