Love her.


Let her be your everything.
The reason you wake.
The reason you work.
The reason you give.
The reason you live.

Let her take you,  enfold you,  surround you with bliss.
The warmth coming from within that is really just her voice.
The smile on your lips as you drive,  unaware of its existence.  
The reason you walk with confidence towards the future that is together.

Let her be the word that describes the chorus of heaven's angels.
Let her take the butterflies in your stomach and release them into your own private neverland.
Let her bring you happiness in the shape of her finger wrapped in a band of forever.
Let her be your everything.

Love her.

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