The broadness of ur shoulders causes me to shudder
The udders on ur bust is the very buzz when I sleep
The sound of ur voice seemingly soothes me no matter
The problem I call you for
Absolute fortress is my king
Augustine the one I can lean
The fact I know I can always count on u,
Is more than I could ever mention
He is well rounded that's my man
That strides along with such vigour
The rhythm of his thoughts
Though vivacious it is infectious
He makes me laugh, he makes me cry
All in all I know it all balls down
To the way he loves me so
The way he caresses me distresses me
My words fail me but this I can finally call my own
My brother, my friend, my lover,
My husband the crown on my head
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