A Love Like His
My past is less than perfect
But the pain was forever worth it.
I may not be the same,
Thanks to all the pain.
However, that changed me for the better,
Now I know to never settle
For a love, less perfect than his.
He accepted me broken,
And made me whole again.
I have never quite felt this way.
I have never had someone strive to make my day.
His life goal is my happiness,
God, I pray he is here to stay.
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