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Dieudonne Muhire

My heart

It's beautiful your honesty,
And the way you love me
it's in your eyes,
the view of a lady in love
perfectly flowing like hot lava
gave me love, gave me your trust,
and brought it as hot as the crust and made it last.

not every women can do what you do,
only a woman like you.
it's magical your your love for me
it's more than a man could receive.
i'm just a man and it's hard for me to believe
for i never thought in my life,
a woman like you could love me.

i'm so glade to be yours
always be with you to the end
even in the holes
you need me and i need you,
together there's nothing we wont do.

with you i need nothing,
i don't need money nor the cars'
for you are like a rainbow.

every time i see your beauty,
feels like i'm seeing you for the first time.
as beautiful as the full-moon and as bright as the noon star.
so lets shine bright, tonight, you and i,
as beautiful as the diamonds in the sky.

Submitted: Saturday, May 18, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
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i wrote this on after watching a romantic movie of a woman who really love his husband, but hi did't know she would take her life for him.

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