To Neflite By Jaime Setzer You always made me mad at you, But you always say you are sorry for what you did to make me mad at you. You are always right here besade me fighting with me to the end and always saveing me. My heart is in your hands loveing you, but you always make me mad. I will always love you with all my heart here in your hands and still You always made me happy with you and won my heart. Back to poems page

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