I didn't write any sonnets yesterday, nor was I serenaded by moonlight from my (imaginary) balcony. Mostly because I was at work all day...
I do like this though, written by a very lovely friend of mine. If you'd care to take a gander.
"Dear Love,
They try to celebrate your existence by cramming it into one day. Clearly, they do not know your worth. I would struggle to fit you into an eternity, without you bursting at the seams, and spilling over into days that have yet to be.
This world needs you now more than ever.
Until we meet again,
Love,
JJ"
See, now that's what they should write in cards.
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