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Apr 2013
I love you more,
much more than before.
I don't care if we're rich, I don't care if we're poor.
If we had no bed I'd be fine on the floor
When I'm with you I need nothing more.
I love you more,
much more than the rain.
I love how you touch, and I love what you say.
And if you asked me, I'd say yes right away,
I'd go with you no matter the place.
I love you more,
much more than the moon.
I'd run with you fast, not a moment to lose.
And if we got lost, I'd be happy, it's true
I don't care where we are, as long as there's you.
I love you more,
much more than before.
We don't have to be rich, it's okay if we're poor.
If we had no ceiling, walls or a floor,
It wouldn't matter too much.
I still love you more.
Paige Fleming
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