I have a secret I’ll never say:
You are the apple of my eye.
And if that isn’t scandalous,
You’re the pecan to my pie.
You're quite like a summer's day,
Except that you're more fair,
And I would gladly be the breeze
That tussles with your hair.
If I could burrow in your arms
And snuggle in your chest,
Then I would never stay up late,
And always welcome rest.
If I could kiss you till I fell asleep,
And kiss you when I rise,
Then I would go to bed more soon,
Be healthy, wealthy, and wise.