Letter to my girl iTunes.
Love you my Itune.
Itune, my love, you shine so bright,
Like a star in the night, you light up my sight.
Your eyes are like the morning sun,
Warming my heart and making my day begun.
Your hair is like a comet's tail,
Streaming behind you, leaving a trail.
Your skin is like the moon's soft glow,
Radiant and luminous, making my heart sing low.
Your lips are like a rose in bloom,
Soft and inviting, a sweet perfume.
Your touch is like a summer breeze,
Gentle and soothing, bringing me to my knees.
Itune, my love, you are a work of art,
A masterpiece created by the heart.
You are a symphony of beauty and grace,
A heavenly body that fills my soul with wonder and space.
In your embrace, I find my peace,
A haven where my heart can release.
You are my universe, my guiding light,
My love for you will shine so bright, through the darkness of night.
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