In recent times some say love isn’t what it was anymore.
But it still is..
It’s the thought of the one person that brings Joy to my heart every single time
“my girl” the first and last thing in and around my mind from dusk till dawn
As though the way to love her has been encrypted on the walls of my heart
Her… Who loves me for all that I am !
I can’t bear to see her anger or sadness ( why would I even trigger it )
Can’t bear to let go. (Not even the thought of it )
Everything I could, I would do to keep “ My love” No cheat , No pain No lie , devaluation or disrespect
“My Girl” – The Pretty little start up at dusk that outshines the others
It’s the urge to answer every little and great desire without her asking
Me and Her Needy of each other. « «But the thing IS »
I choose to Love Her.. I choose to be there for Her.. I choose to care and •Take care• of Her.. I choose to give happiness to Her.. I choose loyalty to Her .. I choose to involve, keep and gift HER!..
This is what love was and still is .. It’s truly just a choice .
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