No one can know the things we do.
No one can know the things we share.
No one can know how much I care.
No one can understand how it feels to be inside you.
No one can understand what we've been through.
You're always on my mind.
Tickling my senses.
You always know exactly what I'm thinking.
You always know when I've been drinking. (=])
You hold my attention with just one look.
You're the love of life.
You're my Rhyme Book
Monday, February 16, 2009
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