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nockergeek) wrote2003-08-28 12:32 am
nockergeek) wrote2003-08-28 12:32 am
I'd like to make a speech about the love that touches each, but stumbling I would make you laugh...
Before going to bed, I just want to say something.
When I'm down, hurt, or angry, she knows just how to coax a smile or a laugh out of me, even when I try to be dour. When I hunger, she feeds me, and when I'm weary, she refreshes me. She goes out of her way to treat me, to surprise me, to bring me the small joys that make life wonderful. Her touch arouses me, and her body satisfies me. She's the other half of my soul; she completes me in ways that no one else can.
I know this may sound a bit mushy or hokey, but what can I say?
Z, I love you.
When I'm down, hurt, or angry, she knows just how to coax a smile or a laugh out of me, even when I try to be dour. When I hunger, she feeds me, and when I'm weary, she refreshes me. She goes out of her way to treat me, to surprise me, to bring me the small joys that make life wonderful. Her touch arouses me, and her body satisfies me. She's the other half of my soul; she completes me in ways that no one else can.
I know this may sound a bit mushy or hokey, but what can I say?
Z, I love you.