An auburn-haired beauty is she,
With grace, she enchanted poor me.
She spreads her mellifluous charm,
And knocks them right off-of-their feet
I emerged from the midst of the throng;
As she spun her delightful diphthong.
When I climbed to the top of the list,
I asked the great question of time,
And now she is evermore mine.
She pledged to betroth,
And each day to bestow,
All the love that one could endure.
Have I told you today? She will playfully whim,
And it fills my poor heart to the brim.
By God’s grace she’s mine,
What a blessing so fine!
I don’t even know where to start.
She’s the girl of my dreams; she fills every need;
I am blessed beyond hope- Indeed!
May the good Lord who sent you,
Give you all he deems you are due,
And when in pursuit of the goals of your life
I trust he’ll continue to bless you,
And I trust that I’ll be there too!
From your faithful, loving, patient, perfectly happy
and adoring soul mate on your life’s journey.
Written many years ago on the occasion of her birthday.
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