Three Year Bond
There's many things and people in the word that makes me happy but,
Only one of those things can keep me from being unhappy,
There's a guy in my life that I would never let go,
even if we were abandoned on a island with only one gyro,
I'll cry and he'll make me smile, he's such a charmer,
I'll laugh and wish he could stay for just a while longer
just because he's my night and shinning armor,
And no one can replace that, it's been three years since we first set eyes on each other,
After that first time being together we only had eyes for one another.
Many things can change, but right now he is the only thing that matters to me,
I bid you adieu while we lye under the oak tree.
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