The One and The Only
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Hundreds of maids in this world have been born With many a charm that allures, dear; Hundreds are radiant, fair as the morn— But never were eyes just like yours dear. Hundreds boast beauty of form and of face, Which always devotion assures, dear; Hundreds personification of grace, But none has a smile just like yours, dear.
Hundreds accomplished in letters and song, And hundreds attractive and clever; Daily I walk through this limitless throng, Yet find none compares with you—ever. If from these hundreds an artist should mould A composite maid, near perfection; Stand her beside you, to choose I be told— My dear, can't you guess my selection? Hundreds and millions of maids there may be, And yet, without you I'd be lonely. Pray be convinced, for I speak truthfully: Dear, you are the One and the Only.
