On Your Birthday
On rain swept days or sun struck mornings I sit upon this marble bench in your rose garden, And sigh your name and wonder … If you
And so, my love, it is your birthday, not that we began your celebrations that day. We often started on the first of April, sometimes before a daffodil
Begin readingOn rain swept days or sun struck mornings I sit upon this marble bench in your rose garden, And sigh your name and wonder … If you
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