The_Poetic_Mind
Sometimes I think she knows me better than I know myself , knowing the right moments to comfort me when Im feeling besides myself.
Just gazing into her eyes makes me feel that everything is alright, especially all the moments, when she is holding me tight.
At times I often wonder why she loves me as much as she does, always loving me more and more.
And even if I ever tried to deny it I find myself loving her just the same, always wanting more of Moore.
I used to relate money to being the key to wealth, but she's made me realise the love of a good woman is so much better for the health.
Always one of my first thoughts when I wake and the last when I go to sleep, my mind is like a camera filled with precious memories luckily, that only I can keep.
I am not saying we're perfect we also have our moans and groans, but at the end of the day when all is said and done we go right back to feeling at home.
As time goes on I feel like I owe more than what her last name can give for he