You (2)

And, when I think of you,
A smile lights up my face;
Without it wanting to,
My heart begins to race;

And, all around, there plays
The sweetest of all tunes,
As sung in olden days
By brigands and dragoons.

As if I’ve always known
Just what you mean to me,
I sit upon a throne
Surrounded by your sea.

And, gazing at the stars,
I know each one is ours.

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