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Kaity Larkin

(20.10.91 - / Bundy)

The Perfect Love, The Perfect Friend


Because you are my love,
I know the joy that comes from
feeling closer to someone
than I've ever felt before.
Because you are my love,
I know the passion of wanting
to share everything I have,
everything I am with you
and only you.

Because you are my friend,
I know that I can count on you
to hold my hand
through the rough times
and to be there
to share the good times, too.
Because you are my friend,
I'll always have someone
to make me smile;
just when I need it most,
to encourage me when I'm feeling
confused or doubtful.
And I know that I must be
one of the luckiest people
in the world
to have someone like you-
the perfect love,
the perfect friend.

Submitted: Sunday, September 07, 2008

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