My Favorite Person
We all have that person we trust the most and share everything with them .
My favorite person, oh how I adore
Their presence in my life, I couldn't ask for more
Their smile brightens my darkest days
Their love and kindness, forever stays
Their laughter fills me with such joy
Their embrace, my heart they do employ
A confidante, a partner, a friend
With them, my fears and doubts do blend
Their passions and dreams, I hold so dear
With them by my side, nothing I fear
Their soul, a beautiful work of art
Their essence, the beat of my heart
My favorite person, a treasure to hold
Their worth, more valuable than gold
Forever grateful for their love and light
My favorite person, my guiding light.
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Bilal Haider
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