You, my favourite things
You're a work of fine art.
Though a few strokes are notched
Some colours seem blotched,
But drawn with a doting heart.
You're poetry at its best.
Two of the lines don't rhyme
Losing track from time to time.
Yet dripping with spirit and zest.
You're a movie on a school night.
Bold, stirring yet stress relieving
3.30 am and you're sleep-thieving.
You make me feel just right.
You're the book I'm reading next.
Capturing my restless thoughts
Thrilled, with my stomach in knots.
Oh wizard, you've got me hexed.
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