My Love

My dear, I love the way you look at me
Beautiful and fresh like a red rose
Your love makes my heart so free
Your pretty smile makes me strike a pose
You are my first love and to me so close
I pray for you to be strong and bold
You should never be low and morose
I will love you even if you grow old
The zephyr wafts and I see you are cold
Come into my arms, I will keep you warm
My love, so pretty you are, I am bowled
Never will I let anyone bring you harm
Mirror, I love the person you reflect
You dear I will always love and respect!

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