Poem By Raymond John

Everyone always says I love you but never means it. When you love somebody so bad you would do anything for them. Its love a passion, a dream, a person, a key to your heart, is it you, what is love and why do I feel this way. Am I just a next thing for you or am I the one you passionate about or the one you dream about or the one you send love note to. Do you love me for me or do you love me just because you want to. Am I the one you push away, am I the one you consider to be a stacker or a follower. Who do you love me or yourself. Am I going to be your apple of your eye, the cherry of your lips, the raspberry of your cheeks, the carmel of your skin, the water drops that run down to your nable, or am I going to be your teddy bear that give you comfort, or am I going to be yours forever and ever. Am I going to be your keeper, your gurds that protects you fro dangers, your night, your prince charming, or am I going to be the one you always love no matter what. So what am I to you, am I they right guy for you or am I the prefect one. So what you love about me. What is love got to do with it. so when you said I love you do u really mean and is dis the part I suppose to say I love you back. Well here goes nothing I love you because your my everything, I love you because you complete me you fulfill my needs and I love you because your the one. You ask me what do I like about you? Well I like the way you smile, the way you always have stories, the way you laugh, the way you wore you glasses, the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you say hi and finally I love you because of you and not the outside. I love you because of your personality and I love you because I just love you.
Do you love me now?

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