Ever the same,
Varies with bits from the comforting routine,
Ending the day with a phone call,
Laying still so gently,
Yearning for a purpose,
Needless to say, i am blessed...
Time struts at its own pace,
Opening up doors and closing windows elsewhere,
However it was not, it sure is beautiful as it is.
Kept to make sure it would flourish,
Heaped on with a pile of cares,
Elevated in comfort,
Never a burden, always a blessing,
Given time and effort, this would last...
Let the trials and blissful seasons remind you,
It would take a whole lot more to break this bond,
Now all there is to do, is live, love, laugh...
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like memories repeating on a record,
you are treasured, all the way into the core.
the internet screams to the world,
the black album is filled with the needed intimacy,
you know the sentimentality it's meant for,
an open chest encased in its own world.
Happy Birthday my dear paragon,
loves.
<3
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