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The Way He

God i love him...
Everything he does,
Everything he says

The way he holds my hands,
kiss my hands,
The way he hugs,
The way he kiss my cheeks,
Kiss my forehead,
The way he puts my head on his chest
“can you feel the heart beat?”
Then i freeze



The way he does
The way he calls me
The way he
The way he, only him
The way he makes me love him

Pink cheeks are the signs
Signs of blushing heart
Has he ever known?
Why i cant even be brave to keep my head up
And look into his eyes

His everything
My everything

The way he does
The way he calls me
The way he
The way he, only him
The way he makes me love him

He calls me up in the middle of the night
With his half breathing after the football game
He calls me up with his half voice
Hope his mom doesn't hear
When he says “i love you”

I remember the night we fought
Fought who created more anger
I freezed, you yelled
And you met me half way
Says you're sorry
And i don't know why,
I cant even stay mad

It must have been the way you kissed me
I fall deeper and even further than before
My love is for tomorrow
For ever after

I love everything he does
I love the way
The way he makes me love him
God, I love him

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