My Love, is not pretentious, Nor is she fancy free, I only know her favors, She freely gives to me. She carries inner beauty, Bourne upon graceful wiles, I only know her labors, Are endured with sweet smiles. Her voice is soft and peaceful, Much like a tranquil sea, I only know her kindness, Is always shown to me. Her heart is true and caring, Such pure consistency, I only know I'm happy, And hope she'll always be. September 10, 1996
Reason for writing:
The spring from which all my inspiration emanates, is located in Sidney, British Columbia, though her radiance exceeds the label of a name, she is known here, as Jean Louise
Birth sign: Not entered
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