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Rated: E · Poetry · Romance/Love · #2092174
He shows me the meaning of love
How He Loves Me

He tenderly wipes away my tears,
when I cry from TV commercials,
while telling me something foolish,
instead making me smile.

Always complimenting me,
even the time I wore a horrible party dress,
his sweet breath whispers in my ear,
that I am the most beautiful woman there.

Bed-ridden with a high fever,
he keeps a cold compress on my fiery forehead.
spoon- feeding me chicken soup,
finishing with 2 fever-reducing pills.

He sends me long-stemmed red roses,
with big, corny cards,
for no reason,
just to make me smile.

He will watch “chick flick” movies,
holding my hand,
as we pass each other tissues
when tears can’t be stifled.

We pray and play together,
yes, sometimes we argue together,
however, we kiss and “make-up”,
I always go to bed, happy and loved.

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