A cache of tenderness
Hoarded for express occasion
Wears the mantle of gentle fawn
How she avouches her position
Redolent with enchantment
She is most often unaware
Blooms genuflect and marvel
Doused in a bewitching air
Beyond fortune have I been
My life chockablock with jollity
Mostly by virtue of friendship
And a penchant for frivolity
The observance of a milestone
Plethoric the years worth admitting
A wink and jape of affection
Sauciness is only fitting
Well versed is our amity
With presumption I do endeavour
That our constancy be singular
And our lives commingle forever
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