That brilliant smile...
Those entrancing eyes...
Those sturdy arms...
All these aspects are perfect
That's not what I love...
In them, I find blessings of
That heart-warming smile...
I helped make it real
Those expressive eyes...
The feelings in them, more than ideal
Those comforting arms...
Always there for me to hold
You're finally happy...
A treasure more precious than gold
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