Margie, love, like tides, is ever near,
The ocean whispers secrets in her ear.
With eyes that hold compassion's gentle light,
She soothes the storm, the wind's relentless might.
Her hands, a balm for hearts that ache and bend,
With tender words that soften and defend.
The thunder rolls, yet never stirs her grace,
For in her soul, the calm finds its embrace.
Empathy, a wave that swells so high,
Reflects the sea within her quiet sigh.
Her strength is woven in the winds that sweep,
A wife, whose love the wildest storm can keep.
O' Margie, by the ocean's endless shore,
Your heart beats steady, fierce forevermore.
Through wind and thunder, storm and sea,
In love's pure light, you set us free.
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