You

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I could try to write

A poem about you,

But that wouldn't do 

You any justice.

You're perfection 

In human form.

I'm so lucky

To call you mine.


I could try to write

A story about you,

But that wouldn't do

You any justice. 

You're everything

In human form.

I'm so lucky--

To be called yours.

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