You're God-sent.
Given to me by up above.
A bestowed blessing.
You're a gift whom I wouldn't share.
A gift I wouldn't like to lose,
Nor be separated from.
You've welcomed me.
Rather than abandoned.
You're my home.
I would mourn,
And be filled with sorrow.
If I lose a God-sent like you.
So bear with me,
'Til the end of our lives.
For I would rather die than lose you.
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