For My Lady on Her 24th Birthday

How lovely is my lady? Let me compare:
Surfaces gleaming from sunken treasure,
Her eyes are the bluest ocean’s deepest stare.
My lady is lovely beyond measure.

How shall my lady’s loveliness be equated?
Brightest stars she surpasses and outshines.
And seems Heaven’s pearly entrance – ungated,
When her breathing with my breathing entwines.

My lovely lady whispers, and kisses the wind.
She moves with a butterfly’s gentleness.
My wildest dream ever imagin’d:
Sweet Melissa, the object of my tenderness.

Ever to live in her warm embrace,
I’d die a thousand deaths, I’d fall from grace.

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