Loving me when i am unlovable to many......holding me in my darkest and deepest hours....telling me its going to be okay when I have lost all hope......mesmerising me by her loving tenderness.....giving me smiles in my saddest days.....yes she puts lots of meaning to my life.......always cheerleading my dreams when I want to give up on them........I'm not even a handsome man but she always tells me that I'm perfectly perfect in her eyes.........I seat back and surrender up my heart to her......I know she is that woman....that woman to love me beyond my perfect imperfections.....I see that beautiful woman past her make up....in her pretty brown eyes I see our colourful future.........and every day she adds colour to my life a thousand times.........always looking good in that blue dress.........she is just my type of woman a bluestocking......and if I ever leave her if I ever stop loving her....a woman that has done nothing but love me.....I say let my skies be the darkest there's ever been......let me find no light in everything I do......let me be that loneliest man that counts stars and talks to walls......... Because she is all the positive part of my life and without her is every negative thing that can ever happen to a human being.
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