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He holds me in his arms so tight,
Tells me he loves me in the morning light.
Brings me roses and cards galore,
How am I truly not to adore.
Keeps my house so neat and tidy,
Yet he is so very big and mighty.
His shirt swallows me as I wear it,
Adoration he does declare it.
We fight so very often it kills me,
Yet his touch and kisses seem to heal me.
Time and time again I beg and surrender,
Yet all the while I will remember.
He holds me in his arms so tight,
Tells me he loves me in the morning light.
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Posted by heatherslife on 2008-07-02 22:56:04 | Rating: | Views: 83
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This is great Heather.Very visual writing.And i love the circle, at least thats what i call it.When you end how you start.Anyways, awesome read!
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Posted by Wickedlovely826
on 2008-07-03 14:42:35
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Heather this is great, you've captured some beautiful emotions here.
Love it.
:)
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Posted by EasyToSay
on 2008-07-12 07:17:10
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Aww, this is beautiful! Wish I could write so poetically, creatively and beautifully :P
It has really good flow.. Kudos!!
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Posted by Mezlie
on 2008-07-14 07:01:23
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heather
all we ever do is fight?
thats not right
oh honey
this is not meant to be funny
sounds like he does some things to please ya
but it will only work if you get amnesia
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Posted by roe
on 2008-07-23 03:03:30
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