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No prettier an apple, Could I pick from a tree, Than you are. No finer fruit in the world, Than held in the palm, Of your hand. No more precious jewel, Than could be captured, By your eye. No heart more taken, Than the one that beats, Within my breast. No word more sacred, Could come from anywhere, But your mouth. And no question I seek, Could not be answered, By your name. No stronger bond than, A promise sworn, On my love. A stronger friendship, Will never be seen, But mine. A world more complete, But what you made for me, Does not exist. A jewel, more precious, More fine, more pure, Never true. All these things never, As is one more, So small. When I will tell you, That which I mean, What I desire... |
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