I love you, Google Notebook Girl, like the rose without a thorn.
I love you, Google Notebook Girl, like the dew on grass each morn.
I love you, Google Notebook Girl, like the sapphire shining sea.
I love you, Google Notebook Girl, like the apple on the tree.
I love you, Google Notebook Girl, like the sunshine on the Earth.
I love you, Google Notebook Girl, like the day God granted birth.
I love you, Google Notebook Girl, like the wings on butterflies.
I love you, Google Notebook Girl, like the grace that God supplies.
I love you, Google Notebook Girl, like the diamond wedding ring.
I love you, Google Notebook Girl, like the season known as Spring.
I love you, Google Notebook Girl, like the little lambs that play.
I love you, Google Notebook Girl, like the snow on Christmas Day.
I love you, Google Notebook Girl, like the rainbows up above.
I love you, Google Notebook Girl, like the sentimental dove.
I love you, Google Notebook Girl, like the young bird new to flight.
I love you, Google Notebook Girl, like the shooting stars each night.
I love you, Google Notebook Girl, like the dolphins as they leap.
I love you, Google Notebook Girl, like the peace that comes with sleep.
I love you, Google Notebook Girl, like ten thousand whispering sighs.
I love you, Google Notebook Girl, like true love that never dies...
I love you, Google Notebook Girl, like true love that never dies...
I love you, Google Notebook Girl, like true love that never dies...
Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2025.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem