We would not have it
Any other way
I am glad you are always near
It comforts me
More than I can say
You hold me close
If I am sad
You warm my heart
When you hold my hand
For all the little things
You always do for me
They count more than you know
I am glad that you love me
~Connie Soto~
2.2.2010
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