Love of my Life, by Too Blinded by the lips of L*O*V*E* to taste their sweet poison!
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The love of my life
not perfect by any means
Yet still in love despite
his faults can be seen
I like him for who he is
and love him for who he's not
We spend hours on the phone
Laughing all the while
He makes me feel beautiful
And loves to make me smile
he's always cracking jokes
but knows when to cut it out
He can handle my paranoia
and my relentless doubt
First time falling heels over head
All for his baby blues
first time feeling love for real
with him and his rockstar attitude
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Posted: 2007-04-23 17:00:08 UTC |
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2007-05-17 02:13:22 | Angel of Music |
Excelent! I really enjoyed reading this poem! |
2007-05-27 20:36:25 | mytruth |
I like this one! |