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I actually write this poem to this special person but as what
she feels it is not enough to be called as sonnet. It lacks few
lines to be called as a sonnet

Years proceed bestowed ones age

Proof to endure so firm thou stand

Thy feet took steps thee stance in land

Time proceed not ever in mind



For seasons advanced, run so blind

Lift oneself up don't fall behind

Such strong person thou lives inside

Let it go, let it break the line