NORMA ANDERSON On our Wedding Anniversary, September 20, 1957, 59 wonderful years. Dawn's promising skies, Petals, on a pool drifting, Imagine these in one pair of eyes, Well, that was my beloved. Fine wine from the south, Honey, through the comb sifting, Imagine these on one's eager lips, Such, was my beloved. And when she spoke, And when she talked to me, Music! Mystery! And when she moved, And when she walked with me, Paradise, came suddenly near. All that can stir, all that can stun, All that's for the heart's lifting, Imagine these in one perfect one, Yes, this was my beloved, YES THIS IS MY BELOVED and I will luve thee still my dear, 'till a' the seas gang dry. Stay close sweetheart Syd xxxxx

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