*Illustration reference: Alphonse Mucha
Oh My heart, how she quick stole
This lady fair, her name, Nicole
With lovely smile and open arms
She fells unsureness with her charms
There is not much she won’t embrace
No rainbow high that she won’t chase
This day of days that we must mark
And fill with joy from light to dark
Nigh, we hail and shout with glee
“Dear Nicole! We celebrate thee!”
She the Mistress of Clan Baxter
How old she be? Dare, do not ask her!
She’s timeless as a goddess golden
To her we gladly are beholden
So full of life and verve a-plenty
We must revere with longings gently
Serve her wine and frosted cake
And grant all wishes that she makes
Esteem her high as stars above
For none more prized nor deeply loved!