Your delicate fingertips, To my pale untouched lips; Truly made our song that leaps Singing my heart out for feels and keeps. From your hands, arms, and chest; To my eyes and ears with a heart of mess. Indeed, we're nothing but the best, More than everything for being blessed. The string of you and me, One of a kind for us to see. Tied with the wind to fly and be free, Disney films living happily. Come and sit with me, To fall in love till the age of 60, Cuddling and holding me like your favorite ukulele,
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Our symphony's making harmony. I'll keep on watching as weekend's movie, Playing it like Taylor Swift's songs is catchy. Because it's the string of you and me, Dragging us away from the eyes of the weary. Over and over again; I'll rest my chin on my palm and listen, To you, like there's no end. Such a pinky finger of a best friend. And from time to time; I'll write you-like, with a love song's rhyme, In rhythm just to keep you mine. Astounding, an aged fine line.
