It's the
strange miscellaneous moments that make me love you.
The times I
catch you dancing to no music
or making
funny faces when you're trying to be serious.
It's simply
the way your heart bleeds for any one in need.
You are defiantly
not an old soul.
No one would
ever accuse you of that.
Your baby
face would defend this fact until the end of its days.
We were not
the path either of us in tended when we came to this coast.
But it was
your unwavering strength that ended us up hand in hand.
So as I lay
here with you fast asleep in my arms.
I gaze upon
you adoringly.
For you knew
long before I did we were not a faze but a love that would amaze.
With all the
love in that heart of your I know we will never cease to grow
The guarded
girl and the boy with a whimsical heart.
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