Dear Boy - Poem by Anita Cross
This is why i ove you.
I love the way you hold my hand.
I love the way you let me play with your hair.
I love your sweet touch and your soft tender kisses.
I love our obsessive cuddles.
I love you even through your hard times and mine.
I even love you through your emotional outbursts.
I love that you help me through mine.
I love you thats all and i know you love me to.
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