With each passing day

by Tylor   Jun 14, 2007


As I sit in this quiet room,
One thing comes to mind,
That one thing is you,
My love for you is undefined.

I met you a while ago,
Hoping that you would be mine,
You had me from hello,
We are intertwined.

I must be blessed,
To have and angel like you,
Who would have guessed,
My dream has come true.

You are beautiful,
In every single way,
And I love You more,
With Each Passing Day.

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