She danced and I wrote poetry; we met
Her beauty was a truth I can’t forget
Our friendship blossomed well beyond that night
She taught me words that I could never write
Her name, Rachelle, became a clearer note
than anything I’d heard, so then I wrote
her name beside my name within my heart
and hoped our names would never be apart
Some days went slow; some days went all too fast
Then months, then years, she married me at last
Thus, name to name, I took her hand in mine
I kissed my bride and thought she was divine
One happy day she brought to me our son
I thought that day our lives had just begun

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