Love is......
by April Marie Holt
Love is a fragile thing
it breaks and mends itself again.
When I met you all my trouble
seemed to end.
You turned my dark days and nights
into sunshine everyday.
I think of you every morning
when I get out of bed.
I think of you each evening
when I lie down to rest.
I thank you for all the good times
and the bad we shared.
You help me through everything even
when you are scared.
Love is a beautiful thing...
You are the world to me
You are the air I breathe.
I thank you for all the
beautiful times we share.
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