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I love her.


From the deepest part of my swollen heart. I would travel the world for her, sing for her, breathe for her. I would starve for her if it meant she'd be able to eat. There is nothing I want more in this world then to hold her in my arms, stroke her fire red hair, and kiss her rosy cheeks. I could be her love, her passion, her everything, oh how I wish I could be her one and only. I would show her what it’s like to feel every touch, every kiss, each shiver which runs up the spine then bursts out into tiny fireworks of euphoria. I wish she could see how much she means to not only me, but to the world. She’s sound and pulchritudinous, yet fragile and vulnerable. At times the world seems to conspire against her. I wish to stop that, to fend off the darkness that haunts her. Exorcise the demons of her past and reassure her that she is safe. Safe here in my arms. I just wish she knew how much I love her...