My Love
It's not that yu are tall and strong
With eyes of deepest
brown;
Or that your smile is quick and bright
And dear to look
upon.
It's not the gifts that you give me
With a twinkle in your
eyes,
To see the pleasure that I get
From such a sweet
surprise.
It's not the things we talk about
Those plans we share and
scheme,
The future that we're hoping for,
Nor yet the dreams we
dream.
It's the one great thing that sums them up
And makes them all
come true,
And that is, you're in love with me
And I'm in love with
you.
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