poem The Perfect One Unknown 2:22 AM poem Edit He holds me when I start to cry ... makes me smile with just his eyes ... shares my hopes, dreams, and fears ... wipes away all my tears ... I love him without regret ... I just have not found him yet. SHARES Share Pin it Tweet Share Share Share Buffer Print About Unknown RELATED POSTS The Perfect One Reviewed by Unknown on 2:22 AM Rating: 5
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