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 © Emily Shannon | Year Posted 2009
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