Pain and misery are all i know,
unill i was bestowed,
on thing above all others,
the love and joy of another,
he doesnt abuse,
or use,
he works with me,
we work in twos,
his heart is oh so true,
in his presence i am never blue,
the love i have for yu,
cant nor wont,
be broken,
not by any other person,
not for any reason,
he is my only good reason,
to live,
to give,
to recieve,
this gift,
the only thing,
that keeps me alive,
for him i strive.
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