In the gentle stream of time, there dwells a man named Milburn,
With a face like the first light of dawn's turn,
In his hour-long baths, he finds solace deep and true,
Cleansing both body and mind, in waters clear and blue.
Numbers are his passion, his sanctuary of thought,
Where patterns intertwine, and solutions are sought.
In the realm of digits, he finds his greatest pleasure,
A world of logic, where treasures have no measure.
No 'TV of imagination', yet a world within his mind,
Where stories unfold, in numbers neatly aligned.
Nonjudgmental, he stands, a beacon of grace,
Welcoming all, with a warm and tender embrace.
Simple yet profound, uncomplicated in his way,
Loved by all who know him and his generous life's ways,
Lucky indeed, to share life's precious ride,
With Milburn, my love, forever by my side.
Love,
Sharon.
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