The three words that people say.
I love you.
Do you really know what that means.
I'm pretty sure i do,
Its the way you make me feel when you are around me.
Just one kiss and i fall to my knees.
When i am in your arms,
Thats the only place that i want to be.
Love is the way you know everything about him.
When you can finish his words.
Love is the thought about being without you,
makes you want to cry.
Love is fighting, but working threw it.
Love is not lying but telling the truth,
and just being honest.
Its also trying to make the person happy everyday,
and knowing if there is something wrong.
Love is not giving up on someone that you care about.
I love you Mike Twomey,
and that will never change.
You are the only person that makes my heart beat the way it does.
If it wasn't for you, i could not write this poem
