to love you is a gift,
that only i have received,
all the others want us to drift,
but, darling don't be deceived.

they won't love you like i do,
they can't love you like this.
any other arrow from cupid's bow
will surely be a miss.

to the other girls, you are so unfair,
because they are so jealous, and by that, i mean everybody.
from your long, beautiful hair,
to the perfect shape of your body.

from the moment we met eyes
my love for you grew.
don't fall for these other guys,
because nothing compares to me and you.

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