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MY DREAM- AnneChristSeries

They say it’s being “Over zealous” but I know it’s because they didn’t get infected.
When I first met you in my clear senses, I knew you were interesting to be with
I still can’t erase the cute look in your eyes off my memories
I like to talk about you cos you are more real than the skin on my bones
 I don’t quite know much about this connection we share but I’m sure it’s not for everyone
So it’s cool if they laugh at me
It’s cool if they mock me
It’s cool if they scorn me
I enjoy taking their crap for you
No one can truly know the depth of your personality
You’ve dug so deep within me that I can’t tell the difference between how you feel and how I feel
I enjoy being one with you
I love being called your wife
I love to cuddle with you
I love to cry and laugh in your arms

For all the money in this world
I could never give you up
Yea I know, we’ve had our rough times
Moments when I became unsure of your love for me
Moments when my feeble soul doubted your commitment to our bond
Yet in all of it, you constantly assured me that you were for me
I don’t know how to give back
I still have so many insecurities and frailties
I still feel pretty inadequate
But you’ve taught me to trust in your perfection instead
Thank you for the chance to love you
Thank you for the privilege of being your bride
The way you love and groom me is a model for other husbands
When I’m old, please still do intoxicate me
When all the projects are accomplished
And the assignment is completed
When all we’ve built together
Become a monument of praise to the Abba
Please still be my thriller, my highest and only obsession
Please still be my addiction, my highest and only soul mate
I’m deeply in love with you
Signed
ForeverYourSpouse
AnneChrist

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