I love London , it’s a wonderful culturally diverse city .
My beautiful Girl doesn’t get jealous no , which is another endearing quality she has .
How does one describe oneself? I don’t know what to say really ...:-/
In emotional turmoil I try to break through the tough days , the hard times where my head rules my heart , where sometimes anger rears it’s ugly head , I try to calm the swell of emotions that come about, the personal demons I fight on my own , only because my beautiful girl isn’t here to take away the pain of loneliness I feel in her absence .
Love has this way of eating away at my soul , day by day my pain grows , day after day the hurt comes with every dawn .
I love her with all that I am , I want to lose myself in her eyes, I would rip out my heart and give it all to her , even the final heartbeat .
Love heals , love kills .
I cannot be the man inside I want to be , I cannot be anything without her in my arms ....
I love you , I’ll kill you ...
My beautiful girl , she kills me .