Poem -

The Story of Us

The Story of Us

The Story of Us.

When You said to me
You wanted to be happy
I always made you laugh.

When you said to me
You felt so sad
I always gave my shoulder
for you to cry on.

When you said to me.
I am so cold
I covered you inside my coat
And hugged you
Sharing my warmth.

When you said to me
I need to feel close to you
I always rested your head
upon my chest so you could
feel my heartbeat.

When I said to you
I needed to feel
You kissed my lips.

When I said to you
I needed beautiful dreams
You gently closed my eyes.

When I said to you 
I need to make love.
You took me
to your bed.

When I said to you
I want to marry you
You slipped my ring 
upon your finger.

When we both said
we wanted
a lifetime together
filled with love a home
and children.
We both gave it to 
each other.

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Cleo Tomi Ola

Hello Jude, great write, absolute warm and filled with the love and support that comes from true partnership and commitment. Sweet and passionate till the very end. Nice one. Cheers.

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Bradford

Hey Jude . Very beautiful.  I agree with this whole write.  Well done all stars rock 

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