He Is

September 27, 2007
He is my sweet pie.
The candy apple of my eye.
He is the reason for all the seasons.
The very exact reason for my breathing.
He is the reason God made man.
The reason why I can say I'm proud of who I am.
He is my knight and shining armor.
With him my life is everything but normal.
He is the reason God made me.
Somehow he knew we were meant to be.
He is the reason I write this poem.
The reason for everlasting love songs.
He is my sweet pie and with him I will ride or die.

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