Sunday, 21 February 2010

There is so much

I want you to know. I just don't know how to form it into words.
I can't even let the darkness of the night know how I feel properly.

How can I expect to let you know?

I wanna make you smile, whenever you're sad,
Carry you round when your arthritis is bad.
Oh, all I want to do, is grow old with you.

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