Why I Love You
I can be myself when I am with you.
Because you make me feel like, like, like I have never felt before.
I can tell you anything, and you won't be shocked (mostly) .
Your love gives me the feeling, that the best is still ahead.
You never give up on me, and that's what keeps me going.
I love you because you bring the best out of me.
Your sense of humor
Every time I look at you, my heart misses a beat
You're the one who holds the key to my heart
You always say what I need to hear (You are perfect) .
You have taught me the true meaning of love.
When I look into your eyes, I can see your heart.
I love the way you keep your cool when I do something stupid.
Just being with you feels like I can defy the whole world.
You mean the world to me.
I love your small gestures that speak volumes about how much you care.
The way you always try to help others
How you are always understanding with me even when I don’t deserve it
You love me even with all my faults.
You're the light in my life
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