My dearest Anne, thy beauty doth astound,
Like a fair rose in summer's radiant heat, Thy smile a beacon, shining all around, A treasure to cherish and to keep.
Thy eyes, as deep as the ocean's blue, Speak of a soul both kind and true, And in thy touch, a warmth that's new, A love that's pure, and forever true.
Thy gentle voice, a soothing melody, That sings to my heart and soothes my soul, With thee by my side, I am set free, And feel that I am whole.
My love for thee, a never-ending fire, That burns with passion, now and ever higher.
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