And, when I think, I think of you
And all your many charms:
Your eyes that sparkle like the dew,
Your warm and gentle arms,

Your lips that I was born to kiss,
Your skin I long to touch…
And yet you’re so much more than this;
That’s why you mean so much.

In essence, you’re a mighty wave
That’s made of what I’m made.
It’s, therefore, no surprise we crave
Each other’s light and shade.

And, when we seem to be apart,
We’re present in each other’s heart.

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