All the things you do.
To me, they mean so much
From your heartfelt words
To your caring touch.

I get lost in my thoughts
You help me climb back out
I worry about the morrow
You wash away the doubt

They say that time, it heals all wounds
I guess that this is true
But mine, they heal so much faster
Simply because, I have you.

Just saying the words “Thank You”
It’s absolutely not enough
Because you put up with capricious me
And I know it can be tough.

Nightingale, Lady of the lamp
Seems to be truly you
Not just in your work
But in everything you do.

 
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