Here you are in front of me,
There's nothing else that I can think,
it's more than beauty what I need,
and you've got it all.
To everyone I say "I love her",
to you I'm quick to say "I adore ya".
You're like a pop tart out of a toaster,
you know I want you all.
Brown sugar cinnamon, is what I recall,
the good ol' days as I fall
in my entirety for that smile.
You've known that for a while,
even when the miles kept us far,
we were young but not hasty
to fall in love.
And now Amor, you're like a toaster pastry,
that sweetness and deliciousness
are perfect for my sweet tooth, and heart.
Strawberry, blueberry or any other classic,
yes, you've got it all,
it's superbly fantastic,
to see you learn about the world,
and as you quickly turn ecstatic,
soul sparkles burst amiably,
through your eyes and smiles.
Cookies n' crème, s'mores remind me
of the wondrous spirit of yours,
wandering in adventures with wonder,
as we chased one another,
to the coziest campfire,
where we'd pretend to be planets,
in a silly attempt to slow down time,
You, Venus, and me Mars.
Yes, you're hot and I'm red,
you caused these blushes that I wear.
Many marvelous nights,
we'd spend chatting about
books or purple aliens,
or favorite ice cream flavors,
while at the end I'd tell you
"You're the favorite flavor of mine"
and shortly after a tasty kiss,
"I love you like a Pop Tart!"
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