My Favourite Spot
When the angels come,
I shall expire at last.
But upon my last breath
I shall declare.
In all the places,
That I'd ever been,
The most magnificent views,
Were nothing, compared to you.
The most wonderful sound,
Was that of your voice,
A scent of pure perfection,
Was that of your skin.
And my favourite spot,
Was right by your side,
My lover, my friend,
You were the light of my life.
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