Stars Don't Grant Wishes ~ Poetry Book

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Priceless, as what people who knows you can say.
Rain and storms may come in my way-
I know I can on you count at the end of the day.
Never have I ever been so grateful.
Counting on you was never been regretful.
Even the flowers envy your beauty.
Seeking what you have, indeed a novelty.
Shine! You are graced with kindess- making you so fine.

Curious who this poem defines?
Her name is spelled at the
beginning of each line.