The weekend was over, we'd each gone to bed.
Sweet dreams we did wish, both of us said.
I told her I loved her, and wanted her mine.
Though not quite as much, she said so in kind.
A beauty she is, and ever so fine.
Not having her near, I'm out of my mind.
My only wish now, her heart will be mine.
I told her my goal, our lives to combine,
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