Definite (July 11, 2018)

My dear, strong, lovely Lady number one,

May you sleep like the moon and rise like the sun.

There’s nothing strange up in the skies.

The stars take brilliance from your eyes.

An earthquake is a definite event.

When you walk toward me you are more definite.

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