LOVE is you

January 12, 2010
I think about you nonstop.
Every single day.
The way you smell, the way you talk, takes my fears away.
You kissed me for the first time, and it still makes me squeal, poetry is the only way to show you how I feel. I love your eyes, and devour your smile, let's make this romance a little worth while. They say you meet your love when you are mature and well. But Jake I beg to differ, after all I'm only twelve!

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