Because I Love you...

Because I love you… 

I will bring you food at 3 in the morning.

Listen to you ramble about last night.

Remember the stories of of all the fake love you were hoarding,

From men who could never treat you right.

 

You mean more to me than you believe,

And are smarter than you know.

Do not let your ears deceive,

There is always room to grow.

 

You are my best friend,

My other half.

I will be there till the end,

When we can look back on old photographs.

This poem is about: 
Me
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