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Sweet Dreams ~*~ At night lying in bed his arm around me tightly, loving words are said as he kisses me lightly. Some things may change or become less important. But one thing is always there. On his words I can rely. To nothing does it compare when he looks me in the eye. And whispers sweet dreams followed with I love you. I will love him forever. He loves to hear that phrase. I will tire of it never, as warm as the sun's rays. ~*~ ** #1420965 Not An Image ** *This is a photo from a few years back (to explain the grainy, dark appearance) We were both laughing when it was taken
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