It’s not with your lustrous hair
That makes me feel
It’s not with your luscious words
That make me thrill
I really can’t find it as of now
But I know where and how

For the days that passed
I can remember some memoirs that’ll last
Framing each special day
With you I’ll always gay

Now that the time has come for me
Though how hard it can be
I will really make it plain sure
That my love for you is clean and pure
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March 2012