For all my past is buried far away,
As I look at the perfect sight of you,
And we start out upon a brand new day.
I hold your hand and fingers fold in mine
I watch you as you lie asleep at night
I feel as if the world is good and fine
And everything will always be alright.
Then, when your patience puts me in my place,
I understand how little I am worth
And everything revolves around the space
That you and I inhabit on the earth.
Perhaps it's true that I loved you before,
But every day I love you more and more.
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