Still
As ever
Your love is the goal
Of my endeavors,
I often wonder why I work so hard,
When you already love me more
Than my silly heart can stand.
But, still,
As ever,
I endeavor for your love.
If you look down deep enough
Beneath the blood and diversionary fluff,
All any of us here wants
Is a little love,
From someone as special as you.
The things that you do...
They help me get through.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 8:08 AM UTC
Still
As ever
Your love is the goal
Of my endeavors,
I often wonder why I work so hard,
When you already love me more
Than my silly heart can stand.
But, still,
As ever,
I endeavor for your love.
If you look down deep enough
Beneath the blood and diversionary fluff,
All any of us here wants
Is a little love,
From someone as special as you.
The things that you do...
They help me get through.
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