Baby, your soul is the depth of an ocean and the tide comes washing over the sand, and not a lot of people find you a sweetheart at all, but when you look st me you have butterflies in your stomach and I think I wanna love you because deep down inside, you’re a sweetheart and you’re what I hold most dearest to my heart. To: My loving soldier
Merry Christmas Love,
Merry Christmas….
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