Mari Gift

To hear your name is like a gift of gold
To know the way you touch their hearts, I’m told
that you are sweet and lovely, but I know
more certainly than anyone can show
But show me more I beg when it is you
that makes my friends so compliment, my view
is roses made of sweetest flesh, your stem
is strong, and I allow the words from them
My friends believe my love for you is strong
And that I probably composed a song
or poem for my Mari, who I love
her metaphor will be a cooing dove.
A dove with strength and beauty is my mate
Her love for me is now; I need not wait.

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