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Oh my sweet dear...


September 10, 2014 
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September 10, 2014
Oh my sweet dear...
its your me here..
with a heart you could bear..
with a smile so clear..
to wipe my tear in fear...
I'M WAITING.....
to hold you so close..
to be bold when you are gross...
to hug you tight..
to have cute fights...
to love you so true..
so you'll never feel blue...
to walk with you..
to sleep with, too...
to live life together..
with sweet nothings to blither...
I'M WAITING.....
to meet you, my half-better..
to neat whats in me, bitter...
I'M WAITING.....
for you and you only..
to never again feel lonely...
Oh My Darling...
I'm waiting for you..
to fix me with your presence..
to mix you in, as an essence...
to never turn to rust..
to ever live the best...
Baby,.. you are must...!
Oh Baby...
I'M WAITING.....
Was..!
and
Will Be..!
FOREVER...!!!
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