I wrote a basket full of sonnets dear
And all of them I want just you to hear
To feel each warm embrace, each different taste
Even richest chocolates could not replace.
Blindfolded each tale would then appear
And sweetly as it came would disappear
Leaving a short lingering new fragrance
With elements of danger and romance.
Upon completion, page would rose petal
To make but tiny cups for catching tears
Shedding themselves as all leaves fall
With a last breath it disappears-
A short wake commencing to an opera
Ending with bubbly and" to us" a cheers.
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