I look at you
you fine fine thing
I see pure gold in your sweet heart
and for me to touch you would be to taint you

There you are married happily and all that
and all I can do is tip my hat to you
you of wondrous heart of an Angel

Oh sweet lady I call friend
you have the charms of heaven sent
dear sweet poet I call my dear friend

I see the sky is the limit
and may your wings unfurl free
I admire your beautiful heart
Deborah Anne Shepard lover of the art

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris