If anyone would ask me,
Why would I spent the rest of my life with you,
I'd say,
It's the way you touch me,
It's the way you hold me,
It's the way you softly kiss me,
It's the way you look me in the eyes,
It's the way you care about me,
It's the way you'd get worried about me,
It's the way you speak of love,
It's the way you see the future with me,
And it's the way you love me.
No one knows how hard you try to be with me,
& If you ever think for a pico-second that I don't care,
Just come to me, and i'll shower you with my passion and love,
To prove you wrong.
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