The Greatest Love

When I think about the love he say's he has for me, I 

think about all the times people have said they love 

me. No one's love is as great as his. I have never 

heard someone tell me they love me like him. He says 

he is sure and he want's to give me the world. I say... I

don't know if I can take all the spoiling.  I am 

use to working for everything. I know that he is as 

perfect as it get's. He work's hard but still he think's

he need's to be better. For me... he is as perfect as they come.

Any more perfect and I might say it was a little 

untouched and almost finshed. I know that he is trying,

he don't have to show me that. All I wan't is to know is

that he love's me, and that is something he says he know's 

for a fact.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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