I cannot on this birthday of yours
Bestow upon you gifts of great cost,
But in these nights of spring’s force
I can speak to you of my love almost.v
While awaiting our rendezvous alone,c
I can stand beneath your window till dawn;
And in those pre-dawn hours under moon
Walk all the way home, time and unaloud.
Do not think that I’m inattentive boyy,
Or that I fail to cast flowers at your feet...
On this most wonderful of days joy
I give to you my faithful heart. as credit!
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
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- Category: Love
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Comments2
A wonderful tribute in the celebration of years. Nicely done
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