Your my butter on my toast
My stem to my rose
My plug to my phone
My friend when I'm alone
Your my cup for my tea
My waves in my sea
My envelope to my letter
My sky for my sun setter
Your my laughter to a clown
My smile not my frown
My earthquake to my ground
My guitars sound
Your my writing to my books
My precious good looks
My book for my start
Please don't break my heart...
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