Her Birthday

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What can one dream,
When the Wind Horse strides the Clouds
They that are so much our sweetest dreams.
And once a year your Birthday comes,
Reminder of the start of all
That is life’s lengthy dream.
Material gifts are tokens from my heart
But for my heart’s real love,
Feel the softest touch upon your neck,
Or know my lips upon your proffered cheek.
Or smell the sweat you drew from me,
As with such passion
We sealed our union’s gift.