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To whom it may concern:

This very poem was written for a special lady,
And her sweet name is Bonnie to confirm;
Yes, Bonnie, the lady who shall have my baby.

Bonnie, I love you so very much,
That there are not enough words;
We somehow maintained to be in touch,
Through all the obstacles and pain that hurts.

I could not care any less,
If you are nearly twice my age,
Because your wisdom has me obsessed;
I am the delicacy and you are my sage.

My British sweetheart,
No distance can keep me from you;
The seas shall no longer keep us apart;
We shall see our destiny through.

I am obscure, American, and all yours;
Take me as your very own,
Because I'll support thee over all that occurs,
I've been awaiting you so very long.

I am overlooking age, race, and creed;
I see that light that you once told me to see,
And it conveys you as all that I'll ever need.
I hope someday that you would marry me.

I can picture us with children smiling
At the fireplace in a cabin when it snows;
I hold you in my arms while they start profiling
And we take a Christmas portrait as it shows.

I can envision us with kids as they start to run
Off the shore of the beach when it rains;
I kiss you in the ocean while they seek the sun,
And you thank God for our love as it remains.

I love you tirelessly, My dear sweet Bonnie,
And that shall never be changed,
Because my bees need a suckle your honey;
That is something only fate could have arranged.

If you are reading, Peaches, boo,
Always remember that I still love you.