You

You make me feel more than a hug, but less than a mile, more than a kiss but less than your height, but more than my height and my eyes and nose and lips but less than pages of a book or the number of syllables in like or I or you. The feeling is bigger than one but less than red or blue or green but no match to yellow or turquoise ....or the smiles you put on my face multiplied by the times you make me laugh in a minute or two divided by the moments where we're all cuddled up together. This might not make sense but it does to me, well....at least inside, not verbally....but really? Does it matter?

You're great
And I've got it good

Together we're grood
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