Harriette
Cold breeze on my face,
Garments with a lace.
Agony of waiting,
Makes my heart thrilling.
Screaming as it was,
Greatest gift will pas.
Love it is indeed,
Happiness has treed.
Shines brightly as sun,
Showered me with fun.
Everyone will understand,
How you held my hand.
Life is amazing maze,
And sometimes like haze.
Treasure you are to me,
Forever you will be.
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