Call me by the name of your own,
Only then will I be officially yours.
No other way will make me sure,
That I will be the queen of your throne.
Lay on my heart and call it your home.
I will promise not to make love a chore.
Our lows may hit as low as the floor
But still the sweetest you’ve ever known
Your name on your lips, sounds divine.
One plus one still equaling only one
Because we are synched indefinitely.
What is mine is yours, and yours is mine.
I know this love will never be undone.
Just promise to love me exceptionally.
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