I sit here and think of you,
And only you.
Of your beautiful eyes,
your smile,
Your passion for life.
And I think of us,
the way you hold me in your arms,
With such tenderness.
The way you kiss me,
With such passion.
And then the phone rings,
and it is you,
My one and only.
It was as if you where,
Reading my thoughts.
And I laugh to myself, and think,
Yes, it's him, my one and only.
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