Best.

Best.

A Poem by Lydia

He says I'm the best thing that's happened to him
(He must have missed out on Einstein and Lincoln)
Sometimes he hears me when I haven't spoken,
And he never can tell what I'm thinking.
He can't find the words to describe the feeling inside,
He can't think of rhymes or of reason.
All that he knows is I'm his and he's mine,
Somehow that's all that he's needed.

© 2008 Lydia


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This reminds me of the true meaning of love.
When you have reached that point in a relationship, nothing else matters.
Its sad to think that not many people kno what thats like, and not many people understand it.

very well done.
i loveth youeth ;)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on February 9, 2008

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Lydia
Lydia

Seattle, WA



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