Dearest Love of mine,
On this day,
When these fine stars do shine
With all their
Diamond like brilliance
Upon you,
I have to give much not,
Except say,
That I love you a lot.
I do pray
That you always be fine,
And at bay
Unhappiness remains;
That you may
Grow beautiful with each
Passing day,
Like a bottle of wine.
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