Love of the good kind.

by Christian   Sep 7, 2004


I can't be without her,
I miss her when she's not near.
I think of her every free moment,
I'm so happy to have found her.
I can't think of anyone better.
As beutiful as the sunset,
THe rarest of gems.
She's mine and only mine.
And I'll give her this...
This love of the good kind.

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