You’re nice to a fault

You are too nice to a fault
Honey bottoms your match;
Be you called sugar or nectar;
Whichever is the sweeter;
You are too nice to a fault;
Will be no big surprise
You are swallowed whole;
Water poured on dry earth;
Tells better who you are;
You are too nice to a fault,
Like red meat without bone;
You are no different
From a delicious wedding cake;
With everyone fighting
To have a taste;
You are too nice to a fault.
It pleases my heart to know
You are the one I love;
The Queen of my heart;
Too mice, indeed, to a fault.

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