Our Love Abounds
Some say it is naivety.
I say it is innocence.
The world was never opened before her eyes.
Some say she has a rough exterior.
I say she has a soft interior.
I, hold her tight when she breaks down and cries.
She holds my heart and soul,
but some say she pulls my strings.
In either case, I am the happiest man around.
When she gives of herself
and she can really give of herself,
there is no greater, our love abounds.
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