Simply He
He keeps me stable.
He is basically my Clark Gable.
I stare at him from across the table.
He's the love of my life.
And I know one day I will be his wife.
Even through all of the strife.
At the end of the day he is all I need.
He helps me forget all my greed.
He is mine indeed.
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