FROM ANOTHER COUNTRY, THEY CAME,
HE WORKED VERY HARD,
TO ACHIEVE, FORTUNE AND FAME.
HIS MOTHER, SO TINY, 
WITH, MUCH LOVE TO GIVE,
STRUGGLING TOGETHER,
TRYING, VERY HARD TO LIVE.
MANY WOMEN, HE HAD,
BUT NONE, COULD COMPARE,
TO A BEAUTIFUL PLAYMATE,
WITH , LONG GOLDEN HAIR.
HEARTS, MELTING INTO ONE,
ON THE NIGHT, THEY FIRST MET.
THE WAY, YOU BOTH  FELT,
YOU WOULD NEVER, FORGET.
TWO CHILDREN, SENT DOWN,
FROM HEAVEN ABOVE,
WAS SENT TO YOU,
TO PROTECT, AND LOVE.
NOW, STILL WAITING,
FOR HER GENIE, TO SEE,
WITH A RING, IN HAND,
TO GET DOWN, ON HIS KNEE.
SUCH, A LOVE, COULD NEVER  BE MISSED,
THEY BOTH, FELL IN LOVE,
AT THE MOMENT, THEY 'KISSED.'

WRITTEN BY:
DIANA SHIRLEY
 
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