The Key

You are my everything, my all,
My more than more, my mostest most.
You catch my errors when I speak,
You praise me high when I am right.
You ever gently let me fall
And laugh when I of falling boast.
You stand so gently, seem so meek,
And yet for love you fiercely fight.
You are Love’s treasure’s richest find,
And I contain you, heart and mind.
More valuable than gems or gold,
Priceless of all things that be,
You are in my life-chest’s hold,
And only I have got the key!

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