You’re the toffee apple of my eye,
Crystal iris,
Honeyed-pie,
Manning the wheel in that woeful sky,
How blessed I am to be by your side.
You’re my milkweed butterfly,
Stained glass window,
Glacial spy,
With looking glass wings fresh from Versailles,
How blessed I am to be by your side.
Yes, you’re my polysaccharide,
Multi-grain,
Half bottle of rye,
But enough to make me pumpkin pie-eyed,
How blessed I am to be by your side.
You’re even my silver iodide,
For every cloud
Has a silver line, in
Case you didn’t hear me first time,
How blessed I am to be by your side.
You’re the saint that drives my tides,
Roman goddess,
The sunshine’s bride,
Games divine without design
And how blessed I am to be,
Indisputably,
By your
Side.
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