Mar 12, 2013
I am the luckiest
Poetry he didn't mean to write for me out of his honesty.
"also you look stunning this morning
in the pale sunlight glowing
like an angel making me believe
i was making love to make believe
which is so confusing i cant see
but i know im lucky that you love me"
And he thinks he's the lucky one....
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