The day I saw you, it ended my search
The troops set in on a march
It was more than just another trial
My heart fervently pounded passionate pile
The seed was planted for a tree
Librated independence I was set free
Enough for me to write my book
Ingredients added I smelled them cook
It was galactic it was a plot
I was propelled to the attic I took a shot
I am good about doing the dishes
You have answered all my wishes
I also weekly do my clothes
I also religiously keep the fridge closed
You make me wish we were married
Now that is why I feel so hurried
I am also a very great singer
But I won't self accuse or point my finger
It all just feels like a fast race
I qualified to run in my place
I voluntarily then give you a hand
The logistics considered, I'll have to bend
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