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Jul 2013
The day will come...
They day when I will find my own frog.
To kiss, to hold, caress, to behold.

The day will come...
The day that I will wake up to a beautiful creature before me.
To observe, to learn, to live.

The day will come...
The day when I get to kiss my own personal frog.
The sweet, soft, lovely lips.

The day will come...
The day when I walk down the isle to meet you.
The two most beautiful phrases.

I do and Til death do us Part.

And when that day comes, I will be strong.
I will beautiful, inside and out.
I will never let go.

That day is taking too long.

How I long to hold you. To kiss you. To hug you.
To feel you and love you.

But the more I wait, the more special you seem to me.
I know that God is preparing you just like I want you to be.
I know you will be the BEST!
Because the Best Waits,
My own little frog.
Rebecca Figueroa
Written by
Rebecca Figueroa  California
(California)   
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