My Beloved
I see you every morning, afternoon, and night,
and if you're gone it just isn't right.
When you're gone my stomach churns,
and no matter what else I try, you're the only thing I yearn.
Even though you're cheesy at times,
you makes my heart chime.
I could just scoop you up like a baby,
and I know I'll always be your special lady.
Sometimes others steal you away from me
and your return is my only plea!
I know you're a chicken when it comes to scary movies,
but you stand by me nonetheless doing your duty.
You make my heart do flips,
my beloved buffalo chicken dip.
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