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Freewill Amon

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I Like It... Because...

I like it when I talk about you, because you're a wonderful person
I like when I hear your voice, because it is like a medicine

I like it when I call you, because I enjoy your endearments
Even mere dialing your number fills me with excitement

I like it when you say, 'I love you too, ' because I said it first
I like it when I'm with you, because it's the best kind of place to be in this cold world

I like it when you wisper, because by then your eyes sparkles with love
I like it when you come nearer and give me that warm, soothing hug,

I like it when I hold you close, because you turn me into a musician
I like it when you serve me food, because you are a kitchen magician

I like it when you stare at me, because you make my heart go wild
I like it when I think about you, because that is when I have my best smile

With you I feel so free and easily seen on the scene
May the angels protect you as the bees protect their queen.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 23, 2013
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A wonderful date of mine inspired this. We weren't yet into a deep relationship. We almost fell in love before we both pathed ways.

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