Love

Thu, 01/30/2014 - 17:43 -- ldbrown

Love. 

A term that gives hope, and maybe a smile.

I never used that term much until you came along.

I don't know why I smile just looking at you, 

or why you give me hope. You just do.

I've fallen for you. 

Everyhting you say, do,

and everything you are.

You are my first thought in the morning, and my last thought at night.

Love. 

I am in love with you.

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