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"I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, I came here because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

Sometimes at night, when I look to the sky,
I start thinking of you and then ask myself, why?
Why do I love you? I think and smile,
because I know the list could run on for miles.
The whisper of your voice, the warmth of your touch,
so many little things that make me love you so much.
The way you support me, and help with my emotions,
the way that you care and show such devotion.
The way that your kiss, fills me with desire,
and how you hold me with the warmth of a blazing fire.
The way your eyes shine when you look at me,
lost with you forever is where I want to be.
The way that I feel when you’re by my side,
a sense of completion and overflowing pride.
The dreams that I dream, that all involve you,
the possibilities I see and the things we can do.
How you finish the puzzle that lies inside my heart,
how that deep in my soul, you are the most important part.
I could go on for days, telling of what I feel,
but all you really must know is my love for you is real.

I want a guy,
Who will say I’m beautiful,
Not on the outside, but on the inside.

I want a guy,
Who will protect me from all those crooks,
So that I will never get hurt in any way.

 At last, when all the summer shine
   That warmed life’s early hours is past,
Your loving fingers seek for mine
   And hold them close—at last—at last!
Not oft the robin comes to build
   Its nest upon the leafless bough
By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,—
   But you, dear heart, you love me now.

                          Though there are shadows on my brow
                              And furrows on my cheek, in truth,—
                          The marks where Time’s remorseless plough
                              Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,—
                          Though fled is every girlish grace
                             Might win or hold a lover’s vow,
                          Despite my sad and faded face,
                             And darkened heart, you love me now!

                          I count no more my wasted tears;
                             They left no echo of their fall;
                          I mourn no more my lonesome years;
                             This blessed hour atones for all.
                         I fear not all that Time or Fate
                             May bring to burden heart or brow,—
                         Strong in the love that came so late,
                             Our souls shall keep it always now!