My Dearest Abir

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My dearest Abir, a sister to my soul,
Thy warmth doth fill my heart with love so true,
Thy laughter rings like music's sweet control,
A beacon of light in this world so blue.

Thy caring spirit, like a gentle stream,
Flows freely, nurturing all in its way,
Thy passion burns with an unyielding gleam,
Guiding us through both night and day.

Thy openness, a gift beyond compare,
Invites me in with arms so wide and true,
Thy smile, a sight beyond compare,
Fills my days with joy, my nights with dew.

Oh, how I long to see thee every day,
My dearest Abir, in every single way.

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