I love the smile on your lips,
The dreams you bring to me
I love the taste of your pudding,
And the smell of boiled walnuts
I love our evening walks
While we wave the sun bye
I love the feel of evening rain
And listening to your lullabic songs
I love the memory games we play
When we sit by the hissing chimney
I love the quiet mornings
And the chirping of happy birds
I love to see you laugh and dance
And when you watch me stare
I love the fact that I love you,
And that I’m grateful to have you!
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