My smoth friendship, you inspire me to write.I love the way you call, look and cuddle,Invading my mind day and through the night,Always dreaming about the fair buddle. Let me compare you to a square stardust?You are more splendid, happy and pleasant.Clear heat toasts the bright frolics of August,And summertime has the nice crow pheasant. How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your smile and personality.
Thinking of your beamy style fills my days.
My love for you is the infant mortality. Now I must away with a beamy heart,Remember my clean words whilst we're apart.