For one title
held so far above all others,
to be revered by so few:
Two, specifically you
and I. We share this word;
an endearment less endearing really
than Honeydew or Babygirl,
but rather the whimsy inherent
in calling you
my only what you are,
Shmoopsykins-
that is what I've sought in
all the rest.
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