The best thing first,
A leap of faith;
The second thought,
Of course to relate.
And deep within,
The heart of thought;
That is you be doing,
What you ought,
And why the sky,
Stretches endlessly;
A thousand days,
Of memory.
To return the same,
In interchange;
From year to year,
Persistence aim.
And when deep amidst,
The fear of doubt;
When skies are black,
With a storm clouds about.
Where wisdom leaves you,
In shades of green;
The blue skies perfect,
For all you mean.
Signed,
Still with love
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