Count The Days

by Amy   Apr 22, 2006


I count the days when were apart,
more than 1 and it breaks my heart.
Baybee when we are not together,
my heart no longer floats like a feather.

That day on the phone when we first spoke,
I realised who id come to love. No joke.
When Im with you my life is perfect,
the day I treat u badly will be when Cooke is worshipped.

Your hair your eyes your every feature,
are beauty beyond what anyone could teach ya.
Although I love you, I must excuse,
Try not to put make up on me, like in boots.

If anyone dislikes our going out,
no need to argue, insult or shout.
To break me from u they'd have to slay me,
J'adore mon petit Amy.

My boyfriend wrote this for me and as you can tell ... He's perfect =)

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