My Love, is not pretentious, Nor is she fancy free, I only know her favors, She freely gives to me. She carries inner beauty, Borne 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.
Reason for writing:
To my sweetheart, Jean Louise, of Sidney, British Columbia,
how simple absolute truths may be distilled to, and honey,
it is absolutely true, I do Love You....
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