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Everyday now,

I say “Heaven,”

And everyday he replies,

“You fell from it,”

His kisses sweet,

His eyes so bright,

His eyes,

They shine,

They are my light,

His lips so soft,

His smile so warm,

His love just feels like a great big swarm,

I whisper to him heaven,

He says I fell from it,

He my heaven,

I his angel,

He perfect for me,

I perfect for him,

Us perfect for each other,

We oh, so love one another.

He is my heaven,

My life,

My bliss,

I thank God for letting me be so blessed,

To have someone as wonderful as him,

And brighten my way when things seem dim.

He calls me his angel,

That had fallen from above,

And all he wants to do is give me undying love,

All I want to do is give him all the love undying of mine,

Him not in my life is where I draw the line,

He calls me angel,

I call him heaven,

The things I love about him,

Are definitely more than seven.

I his angel.

He my life.

My heaven.