A lover is a liar
But mine stands higher
And I often get tired
From playing with fire
A lover is blind
But mine sees with her eyes combined
As she tries to read her very own mind
It's not like I mind
A lover knows
But mine foreknows
And she knows me down to my toes
No use in 'I suppose'
A lover is genuine
But mine is religion
She silently threatens
And allows no room for question
A lover is in the eyes of the beholder
But mine just stands on my shoulder
And weighs of a boulder
My pain I must smolder
Yet a lover is loved
And she is beloved
I love my love
And above all
That is enough
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