And you may think my heart is broken
But as always you my dear are wrong,
No tragedy that could befall could stall
My loving of you in my solitary mind
And it's really not about possessions and rhymes;
It's about your powerful entity
And your demeanour of serenity
That I keep pinned up in front of me,
Your sweet smile, your loving eyes,
Your sweet face and your smell
That I adore and nothing in the world
Could take me from you
And it's high time you believe
That I'm never going away
And I dream of spoiling you silly
With my love as always.
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