#03

Sometimes I wonder why,

you make it so hard to try,

each time I know,

that I'll  have to go,

that extra mile,

to make it all worth while.

But you amaze me;

your taste on my lips, the way you brush your hair, your little grin, the beat that my heart miss's, my racing pulse, your beautiful eyes. 

Your everything I want you to be.

The End

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