Loving her from the start has changed me, never have I been the same again. I knew that I loved her before I even knew her name. Just by seeing that beautiful smile on her face, I already knew what it was like to fall in love with her. I have gotten to know her like a book chapter after chapter it was a never ending book and I got to finally be part of hers.
When I look into her eyes I know I see more than my reflection I see our future the light from the stars in her eyes that make me fall in love every time. She talks to me and it flows into my mind and creates a song with every lovely word she says.
I love her, she is a part of me. I can lay my hand on her and she would instantly feel what I feel for her and for her to know how it is for me feeling the way I do.
Eternal love
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