With thou arms wrapped around thy beating heart
I utter to you this
You warm my very soul
A steady mahogany fire
Burning its melancholy glare
A great Oak
Roots deep as are the branches high in the clouds
My love for thee exceeds the mighty oak
To love you, is to have faith in you
Pride runs through my veins
My mind caressed with awe and wonder
Go forth, and shine my angel
Go far and beyond and all in between
Show the world of your beautiful and bountiful wisdom you do so possess  
Let not dishonest folk swoon
May your path be blessed with thy spirits as pure as thee
And should thy life appear in disarray
’Tis I whom shall sweep to thy refuge
It is with sincere elation that I bid thee my lover
Too true for the justice of words be done.

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