My man is strong, he never gives up. He is always standing tall in my mind.
He protects me with a vengeance, I always feel safe with him.
He is my mighty bulwark, my strong wall-against which I lean.
You will never meet a man, like mine.
My man is handsome, gleaming gold-inside and out. He beams with light. His eyes are as blue as the bluest ocean-they wash with emotion when he is upset, and light my sky when he is happy.
I can't help but be in love with this man.
I don't know what I would do without my man.
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That fuzzy feeling in your head when you wake up from a dream. My favorite feeling. The dreams themselves? Are we really there? This is my alternate universe.
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