My love, she is everything to me, even when I shy away. She is perfect in every aspect, to such a point that I doubt my worth next to her. She cheers me up when I'
m sad and I need it, to which I'
m more then glad to return in anyway possible. The level of pleasure is unstatable when I'
m with her or know she's well and happy, sadness plagues me when she'
s in pain. Her mind shapes my world, as she is everything to me, and I'
m perfectly
fine with that.