I could say a million things to make her smile,
Write timeless stories about her,
Pay her endless compliments,
Send her a thousand gifts to make her happy.
And yet...
No words can describe her smile,
No book can express her,
No compliment does her justice,
No gift comes close to her worth.
And still...
I adore her amazing smile,
Take interest in the story of her life,
Admire her for who she is,
And in many ways think that she is a gift.
Always.
After reading this over, there are a few things I could and should probably change to make this sound much better. But I'll stick to this since this was the first thing that came to mind.
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