poem for him
The way to love anythingis to realize that it might be lost.
Love is when you look into someone's eyes
and see their heart.
The sweet, rustic smell of the rain,
Fills my nose, my head, and my brain.
The springtime showers soak my dress,
and toes tingle with a grassy caress.
The beauty of this day is lost to me,
For all Nature's wonders seem so dim,
When I am here, standing next to him.
i love ya and i miss
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