Our love made storybooks jealous:
the fairies were green with it, dear.
Our song made angels start humming,
it beckoned to all that could hear.
Our love made the black skies seem starry
and gray skies, the clearest of blue.
Our song made choirs of flowers;
the trees ached to carry our tune.
Our love made castles of shanties,
made drives through the snow holy quests.
Our song keeps time with my heartbeat-
of all songs, I like it the best.
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