When we talk it goes so well
Everything I say, she thinks is swell
The events of our lives are so alike
From recent to old, as when we rode a trike.
I know what she likes before she can tell
She knows what I like as well
Everything seems to go ‘click’
I think it is fine that she and I am slick
I am her handsome companion clown
She is my beautiful intelligent Queen
Can things get any better for us?
Each day we grow closer, without any fuss.
I send out my shield to protect and to love
I am always reminded when I look at the sky above
That she is under the blanket of stars with me
Her beauty and kindness are a wonder to see
Look into those gorgeous eyes of blue-green
They hold my attention for as long as I have seen
They are the focal point of her soul and love
I wish to be hers, I pray to the heavens above
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