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“My love When I look at you I see the person who has stolen my heart Snatched my soul In a moment I lost myself in you In your eyes I see mystery, oh those eyes I could stare at them all day. I could drown in your arms And melt with your kisses Oh my love I wish I would never part from you. My love my life is nothing without you in it My happiness, my companion, my best friend I couldn't have asked for a better love than yours.”

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Book:A Broken Woman: From a child that was loved dearly into a teen that has lost her strength
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