Treasure Island

Kara Aleid was Thomas


I Love You.


Its nearly been a year
and where still going so well
We've both felt the pain
and We've Both fell in Love.
Together nothing can bring us down.

I Love you more everyday
and I just Love it when you call my name
When we talk on the phone
You get me all tingly with Butterflies
i just cant let go.

You Make Me Happy When am Sad
You Make Me Chilled when am Mad
You've wipe away my tears
You've take away the pain
I cant thank you enough
for making my life so bright
in your own perfect way.

I Love when i go to sleep your
there in my dreams and
I love it when i wake up and your there.

Submitted: Sunday, October 02, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, February 29, 2012

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