We’re made for each other
To describe the way I love you no words can do it right,
The depth of my love is forever and despite.
Though we argue… it remains unending
I never could imagine the greatness of this feeling.
You bring me such joy and in a sense I could never
Thank you enough for making me believe in forever.
I find safety in your arms and can’t understand why
You’re able to make me laugh every time that I cry.
I think of you as a partner, a soulmate and a friend
The only part of loving you I hate is that it will end.
Not today, nor tomorrow but the day when we die
Because no other circumstance will make me say goodbye.
I believe in heaven now, if I didn’t before
You’re nothing less than an angel and I love you more
And more each day. My heart will eternally play this game.
I hope I’ve won yours. Do you love me the same?
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