Walking with you,
holding your hand,
writing our names with a stick,
in a heart in the sand.

Sitting with you,
on a warm summer night,
feeling and knowing,
that things will be alright.

Crying with you ,
when a friend lost his life,
eventhough we both knew,
he was once full of strife.

Being held by you,
at a cold football game,
hoping and praying,
that we'll stay the same.

Being kissed by you,
breathing your breath,
I want you to hold me,
until the day of my death.

 
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