My Love
I never asked for this
I did not choose it
all I wanted was a kiss
all I ever did was what you asked and now this bit
I love you more than life,
more than death, and most of all more than me
how could the end ever be nearing, searing and stabbing me In the chest with a knife
you are more to me than roses In the wild pasture being fertilized by a bee
you are my everything but am I that to you?
Is this all in my head or is it for real
I stood by you through a lot of stuff, is this all I am due?
I cannot being to imagine how to deal
I will and have loved you for all my life but I cannot help thinking this will all end tonight
I want to believe that nothing will come, that everything Is fine but something Is not right
we have been together for nine years this month
and I can tell when things start to run amuck
you and our daughter are my world, without y'all I cannot breathe
so please do not break up our family out of anger and pride
every time I think about It I sit and disbelieve
I love you and about that I have never lied
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