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Sweet
Song
By Lindsay Goodier
 You
sing to me a special melody
That's meant for royalty and the elite.
I turn to pink at your sweet flattery-
You serenade me, becoming the beat.
The song of romance lingers in the air-
A pleasing scent of what we have conquered,
A blessed token of love simple and rare,
A look back at what patience has ensured.
So strum the chords, inhale our pure love song,
Prepare a path for passion's symphony.
Each passing note a chance to say we're wrong-
To love in dissonance or harmony.
You sing to me about our blameless past
To the tune of faithfulness: strong, steadfast.
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