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Jun 10, 2008
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Two lovers, one girl...
He was a nice guygentle and sweet.He was less capablethan hermaybe he hadan inferiority complex.You see she was an outstanding girlone in a million as they say.She loved himthey went out for six yearsand she put up with his shortcomings...Like when he madeher pay for her mealsor when he didn'tsend her a birthday present. Then came a dayshe met another guy.They fell in loveand they married.She had found fulfillmentin her life. He had struck a magicalchord in her heart.He made her happyshe was in seventh heaven.She had found whatshe was looking for in life...
No, it wasn't the forty meter yacht.No, it wasn't the Porschehe gave her on her birthday.No, it wasn't the expensivejewelry. Nor was it thevacations in the Caribbean.
No, it was something else,it was the word CARE.Every night she came homefrom her busy work schedulehe would ask her about the detailsof how her career was progressing.He CARED...He talked about her interest in PhysicsHe CARED...He had avery romantic heartand he would write love poems to her,He CARED...He would try to helpwith all her problemsHe CARED...
He sent her twenty one
baccarat roses
every month
on their anniversary
He CARED...
He would always tryto make life easier for herHe CARED... He treated her like a rare, delicate porcelainlike a gentle, beautiful rose.He CARED... She had found all she was looking for in life...Not the money, not the glory,she had found CARE...
No, it wasn't the forty meter yacht.No, it wasn't the Porschehe gave her on her birthday.No, it wasn't the expensivejewelry. Nor was it thevacations in the Caribbean.
No, it was something else,it was the word CARE.Every night she came homefrom her busy work schedulehe would ask her about the detailsof how her career was progressing.He CARED...He talked about her interest in PhysicsHe CARED...He had avery romantic heartand he would write love poems to her,He CARED...He would try to helpwith all her problemsHe CARED...
He sent her twenty one
baccarat roses
every month
on their anniversary
He CARED...
He would always tryto make life easier for herHe CARED... He treated her like a rare, delicate porcelainlike a gentle, beautiful rose.He CARED... She had found all she was looking for in life...Not the money, not the glory,she had found CARE...
— dsaranti, Jun 10, 2008
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Marius Surleac
18 years ago
indeed - care
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