Through all the good and through all the bad, I don’t wonder
Just extremely grateful and glad, you look past each blunder
A trickling stream through the dry desert, you are
A beacon of hope and a guiding light, you are
Constant not waivering, Fill my life with flavoring.
In the storm, the calm; To my troubled soul, a soothing Psalm.
Advice when I need it most; Strawberry-rhubarb jam on my toast.
In a dark hour, the night light; When I have lost my might, you are my power.
Intertwined are my five fingers with your five,
Oh how you make me feel so alive!
Hold you close after a long day
I may be Gouda, Havarti, or Gorgonzola
Would have it no other way and glad I told ya
Baby, I love you, way
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