I waited.
For months on end I was patient.
Understanding and enduring.
In hopes that you'll see that its you and I baby.
You weren't happy.
But you were with me.
You weren't sweet.
But you were to me.
You weren't appreciated.
But you were by me.
And now,
now you are mine.
Now we are one.
Could I be happier?
It wouldn't be possible.
This is my bliss.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC
I waited.
For months on end I was patient.
Understanding and enduring.
In hopes that you'll see that its you and I baby.
You weren't happy.
But you were with me.
You weren't sweet.
But you were to me.
You weren't appreciated.
But you were by me.
And now,
now you are mine.
Now we are one.
Could I be happier?
It wouldn't be possible.
This is my bliss.
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