My dearest friend, you spark my poetic fire,
Your laughter and grace, a constant muse.
In waking hours and dreams, you inspire,
Your presence, a gift I'd never refuse.
Shall I compare you to a summer's dawn?
You're far more radiant, warm, and bright.
Soft sunbeams caress the dewy lawn,
But you outshine the morning light.
How do I love thee? Beyond measure and time,
I cherish your wit, your style, your soul.
Thoughts of you set my heart to rhyme,
Your love makes my world feel whole.
Though duty calls and we must part,
These words remain, straight from my heart.
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