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People sometimes ask me: "What is the point of your life?" I always answer "You" You being the one who I love Who loves me far more than I've ever been loved. You know me Inside and out, Like an open book. The story is of you and I The 'Now' and 'Future' Is still being written, Daily, hour by hour. So strong are we Together. So in love, It's just obvious where we belong. And that my love Will be happening soon. When I fly to you, To be with you, Together, As we should be. My love, You are my home My home is in your heart Our new life ahead. I'm coming home. Home To You. (c)Mike.A.Sullivan ~ January 2014
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Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC
"Coming Home"
People sometimes ask me: "What is the point of your life?" I always answer "You" You being the one who I love Who loves me far more than I've ever been loved. You know me Inside and out, Like an open book. The story is of you and I The 'Now' and 'Future' Is still being written, Daily, hour by hour. So strong are we Together. So in love, It's just obvious where we belong. And that my love Will be happening soon. When I fly to you, To be with you, Together, As we should be. My love, You are my home My home is in your heart Our new life ahead. I'm coming home. Home To You. (c)Mike.A.Sullivan ~ January 2014
This is a real story of true love. Yes, it does exist. I was the biggest disbeliever, and now? I believe. MS
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Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC
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