SOMEONE
SOMEONE WHO WILL NEVER LAUGH AT MY MISTAKES,
AS MY HURT BECOMES THERE'S
SOMEONE WHO STANDS BESIDE YOU,
NEVER IN FRONT OR BEHIND YOU.
SOMEONE STRONG AS AN OAK TREE,
YET AS GENTAL AS A MORNING RAINFALL,
AND AS WARM AS THE SUNSET.
EVERLASTING LOVE THAT WILL NEVER PARISH.
AS MY HURT BECOMES THERE'S
SOMEONE WHO STANDS BESIDE YOU,
NEVER IN FRONT OR BEHIND YOU.
SOMEONE STRONG AS AN OAK TREE,
YET AS GENTAL AS A MORNING RAINFALL,
AND AS WARM AS THE SUNSET.
EVERLASTING LOVE THAT WILL NEVER PARISH.
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