beloved are
the reason rain does fall
and sun daily shines--eternal--
the font.
You are
the universe--
galactic emblazoned
meteoric orb soaring through
ether.
You rule
each salon
you inhabit--Isis
like your pure Nubian presence
prevails.
You, my
beloved are
regal, beyond compare--
more precious than diamonds and pearls--
a gem.
Oh, my
beloved, my
center--celestial orb:
Happy birthday Deborahanne,
my love.
the bright rose of
every day, glowing with
a broad, smiling face and beaming
brown eyes.
You are
light sunshine on
a dark cloudy, windy March day--
the glowing eye, radiant beauty,
precious gem.
You are
music sublime--
floating in nether air,
refining plebian life with
your song.
Your air
charms every ear--
Circe like, aeonian
notes intoxicate listeners who
hear you.
You are
the brave dancer
moving in graceful time
to the vibrant beating of the
loud drums.
03-10-05
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