L.O.V.E - Poem by Erika Lewis
Everytime you see or talk to them, you fall in love all over agian.
You think there pretty all the time, even on their worst day.
You like them more than a status.
You care more about how they feel, more than yourself.
You would never think about hurting them.
When they leave; you miss them more than ever.
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