In a former life, a boyfriend of mine wrote me a love note with these lyrics:
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands
I love my love, and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
I wish the day soon would come
When she and I will be as one
Such a sweet memory. The sentiment isn't bad, either...
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