PoemIts the poem everyone writes.Its the drawing that fits the poem everyones draws.Its the simple three words they all say.There the differnt meaning the differnt ways they say them.Its the time the time you sit down to think of the perfect poem that discribe's your love for them.Its the way you write it that makes it come to life.Its the perfect o's and the dotted i's.Its the way they think about every line.Making sure they spell every word right.Making sure to make it neat.Its the way they think its funny.The way you fight about who wins.Its the way they say you cant do this or they way you can do that.They way they say you can hold the note.TPoem
His loveHis the reason to lay my head down at rest.The reason i pick my head up off my pillow in the morning.His voice keeps me going his love keeps me coming.His calls keep me loving him more.He keeps me knowning who i am.My love is stronger then lighting toughter then thunder.His my storm in the morning and at night.He keeps my dreaming of the futrue and hoping for success.His the name i hold and love.His the colors of my life.He keeps my heart beating.His the one i hold close and the one i wont let go of.His the Hello on the phone and the Goodbye when we get off.His the one i want to fall asleep on and the one i want to wake up to.His the dreams iHis love
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