For the true love that we share, tis be wonderful as the cool morning air. Diced with many roses, diced with early spring flowers. To water it, to nurture it, to appreciate it. She's glamerous to me, to make me smile, to share her life, to never forget or to leave her, in God's name no,No!
She lit up to me the sparkling aftermath of her tender love, still to love her, to share as many moments with her as possible, Abigail and I. Still strongly in Love, completely confirmed within one another. To stay with her, to share my whole life and feelings with her, she'll always stay in my heart and be with me.
To love someone as Abigail is beauty within itself. Always careing, and to share her romance with me, camly confident and still. To touch her silky black hair, to hold her close to me in the stillness of the night. To share our thoughts, sometimes long, yet born together still to grow in strength, to love her in every way.
To be in our upmost high of tenderness toward one another, and to miss her when she's not around.Though to miss her when we are apart at times will be exspectant of I, but I will be tolerent with her in all things which must be done. In the still of the night if sometimes I lie alone, and a sound from her is not, yet there she is in thought to comfort me, and just waiting for her to come home, then I'm no more alone.