Job Welime

I stopped hurting.

I stopped hurting when I met her, 
She found me at a random hour of the day and since then,my heart has never beat for me to live,but it beats for me to love,
She has the same meaning of love as me,
She loves hard,,, embarrassingly hard,the all in type of hard,
She\'s immensely beautiful,of all beautiful places out here,the look in her face when she\'s happy is the prettiest,but her beauty stands no chance compared to how breathtaking her soul is,
She\'s the spotlight of an otherwise dreary day
She\'s the one that when people see us together,they always say \'God put them together\'
She\'s the type of love that won\'t make me go begging, instead the love puts me on my knees and reminds me how humbling it is to be loved,
She\'s the God is our witness kind of love,
I fell for her once, I fell for her twice and I will continue to fall for her all over again,the cycle maintains.