saw this post while blog-surfing,
it speaks of what my heart feels,
and i want to dedicate it to you
I dont mind your odd behavior, its the very thing I savor.
If you were an ice cream flavor, you would be my favorite one.
My imagination sees you, like a painting by Van Gogh.
Starry nights and bright sunflowers, follow you where you may go.
Oh, I've loved you from the start, in every single way.
And more each passing day, you are brighter than the stars.
Believe me when I say,
its not about your scars. Its all about your heart.
its not about your scars. Its all about your heart.
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