Wish.

I wish. . . . .

Sometimes we argue, I don't know why. Then I sit and wonder, why do I cry? I cry because I love you, I cry because I care, I cry because I feel we have a love so rare, sometimes I'm afraid I'll turn around and you won't be there.

I love you every minute, I love you every day, I even love you when we argue, I love you when we play. Sometimes I've wondered do you love me too, then I look in your eyes and I know it's true. So when I say something a little crazy or I do something you don't feel is right, Please, let's try to work it out so we won't fight.