| The warmth of a blanket, |
| the demeanor of a cherub, |
| the sparkling lakes for eyes, |
| the bottomless bag of friendship, |
| and all I can do is to lay my smile upon your shoulder. |
| Do you have any idea how much I love you? |
| No, you couldn't possibly know, |
| and perhaps you'll never know, |
| but perhaps that's for the best. |