I`ll tell you this

I am sorry for all the fighting.
I hate that I ever say a word.
I know we can make it threw.
But I need to tell you this. I am sorry for all fighting and screaming. I know I need to be more understand.

So please listen to this. I love you a lot. I never want to loose you. So with this poem I tell you this I will be more understanding.
I will give more kisses every morning.

I will keep a smile on my face even when I want to kill someone. Because all of that could never be even close to what are love would equal.