I could not have asked,
For anything better,
Than your voice at morn,
And your hand forever.
A friend so pure,
Was only found,
Deep in myths,
And old stories.
But now that you're beside me,
Those old stories and myths,
Barely touched the surface,
Of the purity of a true friend.
I do not blame the writers, the authors,
For I know the fact better than most,
Words simply do not have the power,
To express my endless love for you.
Sweet :)
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