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"I Love You" is Enough (Louis Toliver Jr)


Please don’t stress
I see what you do all year
Everyday you show me
Through your actions
How much you care for me
But please don’t stress
It’s not money or possessions
That make me give my life to you
It’s the moments that are small
When people don’t care to look
That you show your love most
So don’t stress to demonstrate
What you already know you do
Just say “I love you” and…
My underwear will come off for you

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