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How much do I love you?
Let me count the ways. You're the beat to my heart and the picture in my art You're the jam on my bread and the covers on my bed and all I want to do is be with you. You're the icing on my cake and the reflection in my lake. You're the key to my lock and the hands on my clock and all I want to do is be with you. My world revolves around you and I love you more each day, but what am I gonna do if I can't be with you. My world without you would be like the night sky without stars or a baby without its bottle or a valentine without a heart. You're the beat to my heart and the picture in my art and all I want to do is be with you. Crazy sayings about love has just been spoken, but to be honest with y'all my heart has been broken. I won't tell if yall don't that this poem is just a sham the real deal is I don't know this man.
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