Ahhh...you're candy apple red.
You're breakfast in bed.
You're all the nice things that didn't
...go unsaid.
You're my I am glad to be alive
...not dead!
You're a blue sky turning red.
Why...you're...you're...
words...fail me!
But you...never do!
Know what I like 'bout you?
You're.. you!
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Is it allowed for the one about whom the poem is written to vote and blushingly say thank you and comment too? Well, if it is, then I vote a ten, and blush, and say how well done this is...and if it isn't, then it is just too late to change. Thank you, dearest love, for this treasure. Here is my glass, raised to friendship, and never failing each other...Candy