There you go speaking about yourself as though your a man trying to appear motcho so I will think of you not as a child but as a man. You still sleep with a teddy. You still grow older with glee. Every birthday is a triumph. Baby your to young for me. I'm growing older everyday a little closer to gray. When I'm around you you make me feel like my life has just begun like I'm living just for fun. When we're together roses bloom but never die, love is felt but never lost. When we marry there will be an age paradox young and old will freeze never again will a man grow old or will a boy age to maturity. But there in the paradox we will be happy hand in hand till eternity
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