One day I will write you a book
Then it will be understood
How much I adore when you see
What it is you mean to me
I find it hard to believe
We are a part of the same tree
That I am fortunate enough
To be able to afford your love
Perhaps one day when it is enough
To fill the pages left untouched
The few that remain unwritten still
They should live beyond my years
The will left in these pages speak
Volumes about how I should see
The benefits of having one
as Beautiful and perfect as
Her
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