When Forced to Announce this Heart I admit;
Though Raw be our Acquaintances despite
Something within your Permission remit
To Sow these Seeds of Living Trust in-spite
Follow me through Trust that Beauty awares:
Let Fourty Candles ply their Mickers through
For this your Intern cure the Daughter's Spares
With Carnations strangle those Lillies pursue
That Friend you'll be encourage Warmth and Sense
All our Boons pray your Best Future apply
That soon if Needed Morsels recompense
Would our Open Arms your Nursings remind.
Thank you again. This Heart sincerely due
That Rare Breed of Worthy People pursue.
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