August 5, 2012

'Stroked' gift

A birthday burst for my sweet daughter Joanne. (Don’t mind each first letter of every line, please...)                         

Just you know my dear
On to you I conquered fear
Among all those dread
Nothing at all left them dead
Never ever giving up
Err wouldn’t make me stop

Jest and all won’t elude me
Over appreciation of your beauty
And the care that from you emanates
No one dare not appreciate
None of them will ask
Ending beauty such a task

I come in peace with humble heart
Love in keeps though worlds apart
Out on a limb but desperately
Volatile even unhappy
Ever for you loving one
Yes to you, considered done
On this special day of yours
Unto you, a happy birthday, of course!

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