I Want To Be Me For You
What Can Do To Help Make Your Life a Little Better?
I may not always be perfect
But I know one thing… I always will love you
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I may not always know how to express that love
But I know one thing… I'm willing to give up everything just for you
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I may not always have the right words to say
But I know one thing… I always have words of beauty put aside just for you
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I may not always understand
But I do know one thing… I really want to understand you
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
I may not always be my best
But I do know one thing… I want to try my best just for you
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
I may not always know what ticks inside you
But I do know one thing… I really want to bond with you
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
I may not know everything in this life
But I do know one thing… I want to be me for you
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
With Love, RHC ❤️
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Rick Henry Christopher
Writing fulfills my need for intellectual stimulus, emotional release, and soothing the bruises of the day.
The shattered pieces of life will not discourage me.
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Comments (14)
Are you married? If you are, they're blessed to have your heart! Beautiful.
Absolutely beautiful!!! Brilliantly and inspirationally written!!! Love it!!!💕❤️❤️
You are very giving! I sure you are a good with everyone!☺️
Awww, this was so sweet and lovely! Such a wonderful poem!
Rick, in all of your writing & especially as you have shared your relationships with your mother & brother, all I can say is that you truly have a gracious & generous soul. You warm my heart with your words & inspire me.
So simple yet so profound. I love this, Rick. ♥️
Very beautiful, Rick! How awesome to have someone whose love brings out the best in us. ❤️ For me, it's my kids I would sing this for.
Nice work Rick. I really enjoyed it and I love the title and last line!
Beautiful!!!!
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Ah, makes me think of my babies.
💙💚🖤💜 Thanks for always being you
What an atribute to someone very special. Hallmark card pitch? Really endearing.
What a great last line. Something we tend to forget. Well done Rick
🥰 I love the way you describe your love