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Dear Joyce:Like the sparrows, I pray God's watched over you all these many years. Cupid's arrow is still lodged deep in my heart. It's uncanny, dear. Oh, Joyce, loving you was one of my life's greatest joys! How I wish you'd became my wife! Now wouldn't it be a novel twist for you to change your name... to Joyce James? Straight and narrow is the path I've trod so long, sans company near. Heartaches harrow. Simple math: I'm all alone! Have you any fears? Oh, Joyce, loving you was one of my life's greatest joys! How I wish you'd became my wife! Now wouldn't it be a novel twist for you to change your name... to Joyce James? Oh, Joyce, as I reminisce, I realize time is my nemesis. So with increased emphasis, I lift my voice and sing this refrain: Oh, Joyce, loving you was one of my life's greatest joys! How I wish you'd became my wife! Now wouldn't it be a novel twist for you to change your name... to Joyce James? Sincerely, Robert James B.J. (2-14-2015) Note: I wrote this for a friend who is desirous of rekindling an old flame for Valentine's Day. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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