I. Love. You.

So here’s something new,

To cast your eye through:

Poems I’ve written,

A thousand or two,

But that far compares

To the world I’d write you.

Of all your hard work,

This merits a ‘Thank you’;

I say, you’re gracious

In all that you do.

I’ll sign you a poem,

For a kiss, in lieu,

‘Cause out of all prizes,

There’s just one thing to do.

For nothing can beat

“I. Love. You.”

The End

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