What would I have ever done without
Her smile and the way it makes me melt?
All she has to do is quasi-pout,
And I am filled with more than I have felt
For weeks on end without her - she inspires
Far more than I had ever thought she would,
Not merely love, or fleeting base desires,
But happiness, and will toward doing good
In ways I never would have thought before.
I do not mean to say that I was bad
Before I had her - rather, that the more
I see of her, the more I wish I had
Been always with her, for she makes me better
Than when, before, I did things to the letter.
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