My Man
why he came to me and took my hand; his heart, so dedicated and kind to all of my failings blind. To him I'm a lovely flower of may; he never notices my feet of clay. Only goodness can he see, never a fault or flaw in me. Through each storm, he's always there, ready to carry each burden I bear. And I'll never understand why he does all he can to be my love, my friend, my man.
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