If I could be romantic, dear,
I'd write a verse for you,
Of life and love and happiness
And why the world is new.
A merry verse, of joy and cheer
And blessings for our love--
And attributes that you possess
From God, in heaven above.
I'd tell you when I loved you first,
And how I loved you best...
Though other men have come and gone,
You passed up all the rest.
Not just specifics -- how your smile
Is warm and kind and bright --
How when you laugh or when you tease,
Your eyes spark in delight,
But everything, and most of all
The things I cannot place,
A certain manner, or the looks
That linger on your face.
But, dear, I'm not romantic,
So I'd best stop ere I start,
Just telling you I love you,
And I mean it from the heart.
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