all I'd say in this rhyme is true
I'm a lover, I stand accuse
the sky be brown, the earth be blue
to bless you God can't refuse
my poems are sweet because of you
even angels you can amuse
I love you but you have no clue
happy birthday, my perfect muse.
Topic(s) of this poem: inspire
Form: Syllabic Verse
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