anna
I thought I knew what love was before I met you, but boy was I wrong.
Love was pink and red with flowers and kisses
Love was begging for forgiveness,
when I did nothing wrong
Love was constantly wondering if I was still enough
Love was a mind game trying to read someone's mind
Love was wondering if love was still mine.
With you;
Love is long curly hair and the dark shades of brown in your eyes
Love is kind, love is funny, love is late night phone calls
and arguing about who loves who more
Love is support
Love is whole-hearted, no matter the flaws
Love is the best thing that has happened to me
and I can't thank you enough
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