The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
Your sexiest aspect when we’re in bed
Are you eyes – they thrill me dead
They gleam, so narrow, blue, so rude...
Dear, the night’s long gone, the moon’s
A refugee, the sun’s about
These many hours to come...
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