WILD HEARTS CANNOT BE BROKEN

M. In place of a picture, I'll give you a poem - while writing a lecture, my thoughts only roam to you, my true darling, my girlfriend of late; my luck must be turning - at last, we've a date! A poem every five years is not much, of course to make up for your tears and that hard work of yours. But I love you truly, you're perfect for me. Our life, though unruly, is the best there could be. R.


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