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  • Hubby wrote this poem about me quite a while back, and I have only recently discovered it. Ain't it cute?!


    Your smile is like the sun on an autumn morning
    The air cold, crisp and crystal clear
    The sun illuminating yellow leaves on the apricot trees
    Radiating warmth on everything it touches
    As if you have conned the burdens of life
    Into believing that you are untouchable

    'At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.' - Plato

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