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Missa Defunctorum
praise the lost souls, it'll set yours free
Soco Amaretto Lime
"They're just jealous cause we're young and in love."

And its so damn true.
I've never loved anyone quite the way I love you,
and I suppose everyone says that, y'know?
Every love is different, and in their own rights every love is beautiful.

But ours is the most precious thing in my life,
The way you just make me feel great day in and day out,
how you never fail to make me feel beautiful even when I'm definitely less than such.

The way you lie so easily beside me,
And our breathing synchronizes while we slowly drift off into sleep.

The way you beg for me to face you when I lie with my back facing you.
I just love the way you want me to be near you and you just want me to be in your arms.

I'm not really sure how I got so lucky, honestly.
Not really sure when I started feeling so head over heels in love.

I can tell you quite honestly I didn't love you as much as I do right now months ago,
But I love that my love for you is getting stronger as the weeks pass us by.

I love the way we communicate so openly,
How I can tell you when I'm feeling insecure, scared, unsure, worried.
But what I love even more is how you never let me leave upset.
You always make sure we leave on good terms and I appreciate that more than you know.

It just feels so good to feel your love surrounding me every second of every day.

I know you said you don't deserve me,
but often times I think its actually me that doesn't deserve you.

But as some say, "love is a labor
and I'll slave 'til the end."

So lets not question if we deserve each other and just be happy that we have one another.

You're the one for me,
and I can feel it in my heart the same way you feel it in yours.





 
 
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