My special man

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    • perfectb
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    My special man

    The day that I first met you I was blessed with a new friend
    I know that you will be there for me to the very end
    It was just a chance happening that we met that special day
    But your in my life and heart now where forever you shall stay
    I hope that I am there for you as you are here for me
    I know we have different opinions, and don't always agree
    But I hope you know I have your back, as I know that you have mine
    You are a special man and I hope you know that you are fine
    There is not a single thing about you I would change
    I would not ask a single thing of you to rearrange
    I hope that you do realize just how proud I am of you
    One day I hope you'll let me come and watch just what you do
    It doesn't matter if you win or loose at the game
    I just want to sit and watch as they call out your name
    You've given me so much that I don't think you realize
    I feel like I'm at a carnival and won the special prize
    I love when we're together in the public how you act
    There is no rhyme or reason, it's just a simple fact
    That it doesn't matter what anyone thinks or what they have to say
    I want you in my life my friend until my dying day
    For you make me feel so wonderful, so pretty and so smart
    You've made me feel so special, from the very start
    I want you to know I"m backing you, in all the dreams you plan to do
    And I hope that you also want me to be there, as all your dreams come true

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    Metaldoll commented on My special man

    03-16-2009

    There are many different ways to express how you love someone, but i seem to like your way of saying it. Very nice.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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