Truly,
truly, yours is a mysterious reign
My thinking
faculty losing sleep
In joyful
company with many thoughts
Lovely
memories of yesterday
Not feeling
much of these heavenly aura
That I now
comprehend so greatly
Such
feeling so amazing
That if it
be sleep, let it tarry
That you
are more than mere flesh
And your
blood is kindness
Radiating
peace, tender love and care
Not holding
back even priceless self
Daily you
feature each time I pray
Thoughts of
you calling if I dare to stray
Aye… with
you I’m up, I feel blessed
Your lips
yielding choicest counsel
Words
painting your persona will run out fast
Yet in
their superlatives, they understate you
Any past
without you now seem alien
And by
tomorrow, you will never be missing
These days
never stop feasting about your reign
It’s
all cheers and AYE to you, the best ever!
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