TO YOU: OUR WELLWISHER, GRATEFUL

Now what can I say, graciously befitting?
That when I took my love to the square
Pour as water falls everyone, ever known
Rolled drums the song; here comes love

This hills of biting thorns you turned majestic
The bloom of my flower to the song saw joy
And to you all here my frankincense of poem
Gold I have none only resin inked pouring pen

Today we rest having danced your bids all night
And as I bend to kiss her new day on opened lips
To you, I do the honours, my heart forever sparkle
To my lovely flower your accolade made bloomer

Thank you
God bless you all: your homes; rightlife birthright

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