Verse 1
Love prompted us, that’s Geoff and me, to seek
In each lovelorn street a gift that will meet,
No less than match, our yearning thoughts to say.
Desire strains to honour you this birthday
Amongst all others, less to praise than silently pace
, (this comma is our excited breath’s space)
Soft and bold steps to your home; sacred place
Verse 2
Gifts might be carried to. Not frankincense nor gold
It delivers, nor even myrrh, for these all grow cold.
For old men’s hearts’ beat, with light joyful lift,
To know that love itself is LINDA’S GIFT.
Love from Geoff & Steve
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