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Send her a flower. Send her a dozen. Send her a card. Decorate it with many of hearts. Just send her plenty. Keep surprising her. From January to December. Love has no limitation. Write her a poem. And please don't say you don't know how? Think of a word. And just go with the flow. It's the thought that count. Which every woman should know. Draw her a picture. Even if it's a stick man. Illustrate them with symbols. Let her feel the magic of your hands. Keep surprising her. Remember this is the woman you love. Make a phone call. Every hour of the hour. Inquire if she loved the flowers. And alert her there's so much more. Remember this is the woman you love. Just keep on surprising her. Relationships is about keeping it new. Besides keeping it true. And watch her reaction. And the things she will do for you. Keep her happy. Keep her satified. Just keep surprising her. Make her your whole world.
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Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 10:56 PM UTC
Keep Surprising Her
Send her a flower. Send her a dozen. Send her a card. Decorate it with many of hearts. Just send her plenty. Keep surprising her. From January to December. Love has no limitation. Write her a poem. And please don't say you don't know how? Think of a word. And just go with the flow. It's the thought that count. Which every woman should know. Draw her a picture. Even if it's a stick man. Illustrate them with symbols. Let her feel the magic of your hands. Keep surprising her. Remember this is the woman you love. Make a phone call. Every hour of the hour. Inquire if she loved the flowers. And alert her there's so much more. Remember this is the woman you love. Just keep on surprising her. Relationships is about keeping it new. Besides keeping it true. And watch her reaction. And the things she will do for you. Keep her happy. Keep her satified. Just keep surprising her. Make her your whole world.
jeffrey-conyers
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Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 10:56 PM UTC
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