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I remember the first time,

i laid eyes on you.

You were my first rhyme,

the perfect Haiku.

I remember how my heart felt,

and it would swell and pound.

Truly thankful for the cards he dealt,

blessing me with a beautiful sound.

But those were yesterdays smiles,

along with the present's tears.

Since then ive walked miles,

never will i forget our years.

I will always love you,

the perfect Haiku.

n.s