TO BE LOVED

by victoria   Sep 15, 2005


I sit in my room and wonder how you could ever love me,

I'm not a pretty face that u would see in a magasine,

I'm not a model on a runway showing off her body,

I'm just a young lady with a kid on the way in a small house,

How could you love me so much, I wonder sometimes what is it that I do that makes you stick around,

I just don't get it, I guess it's because I have a big heart, but I wonder sometimes if that is it at all.

I love to feel your strong arms around me and to hold me close and whisper in my ear that you love me,

But do you really love me or is it a comfort zone,

I want to believe that it is true and one day I will be able to say that he really loves me and wants to be togther,

Forver and wants me to be his wife one day,

To be loved is the greatest thing in the world and one day

I will be able to say " I am loved and he is never going away"

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