Hey
I am writing this to you.
My love, my ecstacy, the one and only I come to.
You know who you are,
you know who you want to be.
I know it sounds sappy,
but you help me spell out L-O-V-E.
The true number one,
the only one in my life,
we have so much fun,
you lift me up like a kite.
Soar away, up in the sky,
Looking down at the people.
I see the faces passing by,
but we all seem to be equal.
From suits, to glam, to riches, to poor,
the only sight I want to see is you at my door.
No matter where we are or what is in-store,
the love I recieve from you is the only thing I want to endure.
You are my queen, my angel, my love, my suga,
You'll never know how much you mean to me,
You little mushoogina.
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