To my beloved on our wedding day
You are my jackpot.
You are my wildflower.
You are my yokefellow.
You are my candle.
You are my match.
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September 18th, 2006 at 6:32 am
That is poetry! Keep it up and it will bless many hearts–
including your offspring!