When we think of love we think of our partners, don’t we?<\/p>\n
It is funny cause I know they are not the first person to love me,<\/p>\n
My mother was the first person to love me and care,<\/p>\n
To fight for me , cry for me and to always be there.<\/p>\n
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I have had a love with alcohol that led me down a dark path,<\/p>\n
Thought I would be dead, or end up living out of trash,<\/p>\n
I couldn’t face anyone that wanted to love me back,<\/p>\n
To many bad things happened, had to get back on track.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I love my dogs they are my bestest friends, whom always make me safe,<\/p>\n
Every time I cry, they will kiss me, until Iaughing and feeling great,<\/p>\n
They are funny and silly and always by my side,<\/p>\n
From them I could never hide.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
When I got pregnant I knew what blind love then,<\/p>\n
I knew no matter what, it was unconditional no matter how or when,<\/p>\n
All my 3 babies, saved me and made me a better me,<\/p>\n
I would do anything for them, true love here you see.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Now to my LOVE, yes I have dated some before,<\/p>\n
nothing compared to him, I love him and so much more,<\/p>\n
I trust him, want to marry him, want to prove my love is true,<\/p>\n
Want him to know there is so much more, than saying I love you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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