Thanks love
Thanks my belle,
For you time-honored my proposal on the 11th august.
You never judged me.
With all I encompass,
With all I don’t.
The grin you put on your visage,
When times seemed mope.
Know from at this instant,
You are heroic.
You are all what a man desires.
Rocks build up mountains,
Irons build a very brave construction,
A very piece of soil holds the globe,
Man build a inhabitants, and
You, you fabricate love,
You assemble a man,
You portray a smile on my face.
Thanks love.
To me you are not a lady
Because you walk like a lady,
You look like a lady,
To me you are the utmost rim,
That never reverie of kingdom,
Yet lovedom.
You are the best material to be used in verve.
This is my initial relationship
Lasted this elongated.
In the dreadfully first seven months in it,
You never cultivate obsolete to me.
With all moan you shed for me,
With all you did to me,
Thanks love.
Deliberately you are a superior consort.
You observe me and value me.
With vacant pockets’, you never judged me.
In the midst of the less I did to you,
I pledge everything will be ok.
You have done a very pretty good job of lynching there.
merit love.
Thanks for openhanded me life.
Thanks for benevolent me love.
For at slightest first seven months anniversary.
I undergo mouthless.
But thanks love.
poem by Stephen Raseona
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