So proud to be the lucky one
Who has your hand
to hold,
The one who walks
beside you as
Days mystically
unfold.
The first to greet
each morning
With a smile you
never hide, you
Wake my humble
heart each day
And fill my chest
with pride.
Your gentle
tender-hearted touch,
So warm upon my
skin,
A sweet refrain of
downy fluff
Tickled on a
mandolin.
I touch your
flawless honey hair,
Drink the scent of
your embrace,
Fall into your
glistening eyes
As time dissolves
to endless space.
Come, take me to
your wonderous world,
Lock the door and
lose the key.
Let me revel in my
great good fortune.
Lucky me.
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