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To a Beautiful LadyWho can define your beauty I say it's a multitude of things, I believe it comes from within and the personality it brings, For a lucky women who can claim it all, there are but just a few, We don't want a display of your modesty, we all say its' you, I think you lie about your age, to us all your young of heart, We just look into your eyes, seeing each year a brand new start, We see that little girl inside, John always knew that in his wife, He could not have made a better choice in a girl to share his life For a woman so enchanting, many a song can still be sung, John was guilty of cradle snatching, you look so very young, You're remind me of a flower in bloom more delicate it is clear, May your birthday be what you wish, to look younger every year Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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