It grows

by KNEEN   Jan 30, 2008


My love for you grows everyday in each and every way.
It grows when you look at me, when you say my name.
It grows when I hold you close at night
and can feel your heart beating against mine.
It grows when our hands meet and each of our fingers
lace together perfectly.
It grows when I tickle you and you can help, but laugh.
It grows when you talk about us in the future,
because I couldn’t imagine it
with anyone else but you.
And most of all it grows when you say I Love You.

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