Our tales date back to the beginning of time,
And I will share theres tales, within this Rhyme
You with me in my time of Sorrow,
You saw it fit to give me love to Borrow
Our story we shared should be written in books,
But we both know, we're just plain crooks
No one could ever share what we bestow,
A bond so great, like sleet after snow
So how can I repay you in the manner you sought?
Without mistakenly hinting a jaunt?
I guess what I'm concluding is that you are the best
Shall I speak further? You know the rest.
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