Elizabeth BarroTicas


You Are My Everything


When I first fell in love with you
I know that nothing can compare
To the magical romance
That you and I have come to share.
But as time passes, feelings deepen,
And our closeness grows
The romance turns into
A real and lasting love with you.
You care for me in all the ways
I want and need so much.
I feet your warmth and tenderness
With every word and touch.
I know I can depend on you
For support and honesty,
That patient understanding
That you always give to me.
There’s a special kind of happiness
That only love can bring,
And I’ve found that happiness with you...
You are my everything.

Submitted: Saturday, November 05, 2011
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