My dear, my love, the apple of my eye,

I could not tell you what you mean to me.

As precious as the sunset’s golden sky

And perfect as an English cup of tea.

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I can’t express how high you lift me up

When all you do is walk into the room.

You overflow my broken empty cup

And sweep away my sadness and my gloom.

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In death, in life, we’ll always be as one—

At six feet under, still as close as twins.

And when the day is out and life is done

Our blessings will outnumber all our sins.

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My sweet, my darling, you surpass them all,

And I would die if I should see you fall.