Rags or ritches mean nothing to me,
neither can make you truly happy...

The very first poem i wrote for you,
you answered it by saying...

Loving you will always be,
the one thing i will always do...

If i have to be in love,
then it must be with you...

You have always had a place in my heart,
your prescence there i had from the start...

All the people that we know,
how will they react...

I cant love anyone like i love you.
Have you ever been torn in two...

If your cold,
i will keep you warm...

I can tell you alsorts of things,
to win your heart...

Sometimes i wonder why,
and then i let it be...

My sweetheart you will always be,
for better or worse tied or free...

Time and time again,
i have thought of this day...