How can I measure my love
I would need a ruler from the man above
For this ruler could only be know by a few
Accurately display my love for you

You ask me why and I just smile
All I know is that I knew for a while
My heart races when you enter a room
I thanks the sisters of fate as they thread the loom

Fate brought you to me, I’m the epitome of blessed
Each day I love you more, never any less
Thank for existing, I know I say it all the time
Your spirit is so beautiful, perfectly designed

Look forward to seeing you again
Kissing you and cuddling
But you back that ass up one me one no time
Girl we are getting to the fucking

I love you my sweet goddess
I’m glad to be part of the living
I’m grateful for your love
You’re the epitome of Thanksgiving