My most beautiful and beloved Sophia,
Strains of violin, of cello, and
My voice freezes on my tongue
My feelings paralyze in my soul,
Not from fear but from the
Deep emotion my heart feels for you.
You are sunlight at Dawn,
Fresh rain in the Spring;
I have come to realize
You are all thing precious and fine
And I love you so very dearly.
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Monday, March 16, 2009
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