Dear Sir, The He whom that invented the poet in me,
I'm here with a meeping face with tears playing down my collar,
Asking myself why so soon,
But I'm just at loot.
Beautiful as Malrose
Sweet as Gluecose
Your lessons were so artistic
You painted me Toppingly
you were my Ace teacher
You veered me into a believer
You gave me wings to fly places like jack reacher
You gave birth to this dreamer
Your support is the best noneoffered
Your lessons were as laxurous as Range Rover
As breeze as the oceania winds
As embellishing that i envy to rewind my mind
You taught me to respect life
You taught me to love
All thanks to you i still rise
Because of you i can still smile
I still can swipe and sail in happiness
Back then when life showed me flames
In your arms i always had a place
You always comforted me
When others mocked me
You are the hero to my soul
You are a memory that will never fade
The best I've ever had
You are the memory i will never wipe on my pad
I have gone places
I've seen faces
Memories come and go
But yours will remain as unanimous as gold
May all the heavens take care ofyou
I will always bow down to your deeds
May all the happiness wear your family as a whole
May all love and life be planted into Trinity
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