Roses are red,
and violets are blue
when I stare into my magic mirror
I ask who is fairer than you
And it cracks, for such a thing does not exist
Your lips are sweeter than honey.
Your eyes are of the brightest gold,
You caught me with that wonderful smile
a smile, a treasure to behold.
And it cracks, for such a smile cannot be bested.
You are the joy of my days,
The one who forces my glee,
with simple jokes and jests,
your presence is intoxicating
And it cracks, for no one exists that can make me happier.
You will probably never read this,
but I will write it anyway,
I am yours, and you are mine,
today and everyday,
And it cracks, for we cannot be beat.
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