I love to be in London,
And in Paris too.
I’d have to be in heaven,
And to be with you.

I love the feel of cotton,
The feel of wool too.
I love the feel of touching
No one else but you.

I love the chill of winter,
Spring and Autumn too.
I love the warmth of Summer,
And the warmth of you.

I love the radiance of Jade,
And Amber too
I love them for they are made,
To shine just like you.

I love the taste of sugar
And of honey too.
I love them but they never
Taste as sweet as you.

I love the Seven Wonders.
And guess what is new?
But there is another
The eight, which is you.