I fear that I have nothing left to say;
You know it all, and better than I do.
I wouldn't have it any other way,
Since otherwise I would have lied to you.
I've told you things I do not tell myself,
Admitted thoughts I never realized,
Told you what's hidden on that upper shelf
Although it meant that you were unsurprised
When Christmas came around. I've said my mind,
In every detail, and you drank it in.
So what am I to say now I've resigned
My being to you? How shall I begin?
I think I'll start by telling you again
How much I love you. Let's get started then.
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