Some things make me angry.

Some things make me sad.

Even when I'm feeling down,

You can rescue me, and make me glad,

That I picked you to be the one I share,

With honest joy and hope,

My life with, recieved with tender loving care,

I can't waste my time to mope,

I must take every living moment left and share it with the true,

A love so ever blooming bright,

That love I share with you.


The End

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