You are my idea of love
The sun rising behind these hills
My morning dew and muse,
The songs I sing in my heart
And my secret joy and happiness
You are an elixir to my bones,
The unseen muscle behind
When I lay unsure of myself
You play strings of my heart
To make each day golden to me
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