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I wish I could write a poem
Just like the one I sent you
Or even similar to Rob's
But I am not the writer I thought I would become in year 6
So I cannot adequately describe
How pretty you look when you smile
Or the laugh that brightens the room
Nothing beats the aura of contentment
when you're drinking your morning coffee
Or the passion in your voice when discussing Taylor
I could go on but this is an attempt at a poem, not an essay
As always,
If I can make you as happy as you make me,
Then we'll both be alright.
Happy Birthday Evie
I love you.
- Written the night before I fly to Portugal
I should be asleep, but I miss you.
