I don't think

I don't think they will ever fully understand how special you are.
In the darkest night, you stand out like the brightest star.
You are beauty described, joy defined:
You are sweet, cheerful, friendly, and kind.

I don't think they could ever see all the beauty that is found in your eyes.
They have this wondrous glow, even brighter than a perfect sunrise.
And they could never hear all the cheerfulness that is found in your laughter, know the true nature of your smile...
You, my dear, possess the beauty that makes hearts stop for a while.

I don't think they will ever know someone as lovely as you.
When you're around the sky is always splendidly blue.

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