You Are To Me...
A pretty thing you are to me,
more beautiful than blossom tree.
Happy and jovial you make me grin,
with you in my life I always win.
Where sands of time have all run dry,
and Heavens clouds have passed me by.
Those oceans vast I'd sail to view,
were it end of Earth I'd come find you.
Without you I'd be set to fall,
for you are to me my life, my all.
You're my loved one that I adore,
my sweetness, precious-one, amour.
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