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I love you for being you

i-love-for-being-you.jpgI love it when you run your fingers through my rugged hair,
I love it when you get jealous because other boys will stare,
I love it when you call me beautiful and compliment me so,
I love it when you seem so confused as if you don’t know,
Ilove the way you stare at me and look into my eyes,
My heart gets so heavy and deep that all the time just flies,
I love the way you kiss me so gentle you lips so calm,
I love the way you hold my hand and rubb your fingers against my palm,
I love it when you wrap your arms around me the way that I felt,
When you stare me down and hug me tight I just want to melt,
I love your beautiful smile everytime I see it I want to faint,
Your laugh is so soothing it heals me like you’re a saint,
I love the way you whisper to me when someone is nearby,
I love it when you say sweet things that make me want to cry,
I love the way you look at me with that cute little puppy face,
It seems as if you are so sad or simply out of place,
I love the way you are so confident in everything you do,
But most of all out of everything I love you for being you!

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