Treasure Island

Marcquiese Burrell

(2/21/1987 / Baltimore, MD)

All I Ever Wanted Was Love


I've been searching for someone to call my own
Single days behind me, no more being alone

No other born into this world compares
You've entered my life,
what a breath of fresh air

I dedicate myself to you and
serve you the best as I can
I'll give you one hundred percent
and never less than

You've promised me the world,
We shine bright like a diamond
and burn hot like the climate
Got me smiling cheek to cheek

Those words that you speak
were so tender and sincere
I hold you dear, I want you near,
I love you forever
and all through the years

One day you'll come to realize
how beautiful you are in my eyes

Submitted: Thursday, December 01, 2011
Edited: Sunday, July 14, 2013

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