How you have loved me—let me so declare!
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From out of the dank mud and the wet mire
you loved me with a spirit to inspire
and yet still more you breathed life-giving air
into my lungs and gave me a will to care.
Because of you I strive to reach higher
and live life with a zeal that burns like fire.
You loved me as if I was precious and rare:
and therefore my heart's now a heart of gold
which beats for you timelessly and always.
You've loved me in acts sublime and untold,
dear Rose, that I offer you thanks and praise
and prize in ways too many to behold,
as I love you for the rest of my days!
"To have the soul of a poet is to feel with the mind, and to think with the heart."