The Messenger (poem)
Sing to her heart a precious memory
Reveal to her what word cannot express
Let vivid dreams her hopes and soul caress
My messenger of all that’s meant to be
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Ignite the hidden wonder you possess
To help her drift upon her fantasy
An ocean which will be her destiny
And days the sweetly scented breeze will bless
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There’s so much more I wish I could impart
Yet every grand expression still felt short
My messenger confused I turn to you
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Sing to her heart with fragrance of your art
And every breath of love help me exhort
My messenger my rose make wishes true